So, it turns out that Asher was not ready to be weaned after 2 weeks’ separation when I was in Israel.  We’ll do that down the road at some undetermined time. Last night, I told Asher it was time for bed. He wanted to run back downstairs and get his cup. He yelled out to me, “Don’t start my milkies without me!” (Hilarious! As if I was going to push some magic button and let my milk flow without him being there to lap it up.)