Haummmmmmm!

Nolan is a pretty good mimic, I must say. Just having homemade gnocchi (potato dumplings really, I don't roll them, just cut cubes) with sauteed onion and sour cream, ham, creamed spinach and some celery sticks for supper. Nolan is a BIG ham fan, and fairly into things involving potatoes, and sour cream or dairy sauces, so that's the sort of thing we eat more often, vs, say, previous faves like semi-violent curries and rice. So, he had just started playing with his gnocchi and was holding it out to feed Mike, then pulling it away and laughing while he ate it himself- (who taught him that???) when Mike took another slice of ham. Nolan, having finished his fairly heroic piece already, perked up and pointed, enquiringly. "Ham" says Mike.
"Haum. HauMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" says Nolan, who pauses in his eating of said ham a few minutes later, to state a definitive "Haum."

Nope, no new camera yet. Nice ham though, hey?

I had another story but am a bit tired and simply can't remember it.

Here's another one. I bought Nolan some new books- including a peek-a-boo pop up one with animals under hats, with little rhyming clues. The last page involves turning back several layers of animal pictures to reveal a mirror- and the first time Nolan does this he looks at it and says "Baby!!!" I looked at it and thought "little distorted cyclops!" because it was a pretty poor reflective surface, but whatever, it seems he realizes that he is Baby. He also picks up a picture of himself (at 3mo old) and walks around with it saying Baby. Kisses it too, no false modesty (it is a cute picture). So, next step is get him to realize that in SPITE of the fact that Mike and I call him Baby all the time, his name is Nolan. Nolan.

Or maybe Haummmm.