Googy googy googy

Handsome mannie.

Nolan was exhausted by a busy day at his at home job of being a Big Baby plus a visit to playgroup today, and kept rubbing his eyes- and hence rubbing his supper into his eyes (not the recommended usage) or throwing potato chunks on the floor. So we did quiet time (Baby Einstein- Baby Neptune), bath time, and went to bed at 8pm. He zonked out and so did I. (Three people volunteered that I look tired today, one asked if I was sick- I may never wear my hair like that and that sweater again, just in case that was the cause).

He just spontaneously awoke though (thus so did I) and starting YELLING "Googy googy googy" and similar phrases- I was too sleep addled to figure them out- and started ZOOMING around the room with big spazzy running steps (he gets morning feet). High volume yelling. Brought me a book, so I could read to him, but then busily had to get up and run more, and empty his socks and clothes out of their containers. Aside from emptying, he also helpfully brings diapers out and drops them in front of me AGAIN and AGAIN. In an "undo" phase I guess.

Mike is trying to get him asleep in the crib- I can't, he is TOO beseeching and I can't take it. He stands there with big eyes like the picture above, crying to come up, arms held out....tragic.

I have the (?) Buddy Holly tune "Bye Bye Love" in my head. Last night I started singing it to Nolan while bathing him, and I have been working on new verses.
"Bye, Bye tub...Bye bye, warm happiness... hello big blue towel, I think-a I'm-a gonna dry-ai, good bye my tub good bye-ai. There goes my baby...."