Dali-esque durdles

Memory Lane- 8 months old, in London- note the baby jetlag eyes but good natured grin

Yawn. On call, got home at 1900h ish after waking up at 0400, paged in the late evening but not overnight- but, who needs to be paged when your baby is very capable of waking you up anyway?
Working on Surgical Grand Rounds-I present friday- and taking a break.

Nolan was a nice cuddly little man for a while this evening, we were watching a baby einstein, I trimmed his nails with barely a fight, we chatted about the TV show, holding hands, and I actually teared up with him curled in the crook of my arm because he is so cute and affectionate and good. He seemed only slightly less lovely this am when he wanted very much to PLAY!!!!! at 0400h. Mike got up with him just before 0600, which was nice but Nolans dismantling the kitchen was noisy enough that I just got up too and read the paper. Need to catch up on election issues anyway.

The cutest thing- when I say turtle, he croons "Durdle" or "Doo dle" and looks for his At Home book with small stuffed animals that you put in their" houses". The turtle and the bird are next to each other, and today I said "say BIRD" and he looked around and said "Durdle!", as if they ALWAYS are next to each other, in real life. He also likes putting the cow in the fishbowl, which is Dali-esque in the extreme and makes me very happy.

It is amazing how much mucous a baby's nose can emit, I must say. For two mornings running, Nolan has sneezed with his mouth shut and the resulting cascade of snot down his chin and lips was disgusting and amazing. Better out than in, of course, but where was he keeping it? He resists attempts at wiping his nose, yelling "Nononono!". Good times. Tonight, though, he started vigourously swabbing at MY nose and face with a paper towel. Maybe I looked dirty? Or snotty?