WE LIKE THE NOSE

So Henry has had a bit of a nose obsession lately. He has decided that the best ice breaker when encountering a stranger is to shove the old pointer way up as far as it goes (he is so much like is daddy). This went over smashingly on the plane ride when we went up to Ohio. The passenger seated behind us seemed particularly impressed when he pulled out the finger and ran it across her cheek in an attempt to venture into her left nostril.

The other night, he woke up crying. We have been really trying to not pick him up at night and instead pat his back or sit next to his crib until he settles. This time, he was not calming down and kept reaching through the bars of the crib, hand in full point position to insert his finger into my nose. Everytime I tried to pull away he became hysterical, so up my nasal cavity it remained until he started snoring.

Later that evening when Greg had a hard time falling asleep, I declined his request to do the same.