Finger-warmer?

28-year old bachelor in charge of 11-month of turd-bucket! Sounds like a recipe for disaster? Well, it wasn't so bad. More info? Of course...when you have two consultants as parents, there will soon come a day when they are both required to be out of town for work. So that day has already come and gone but luckily, Ary's Nani was in town and was more than happy to watch her and spoil her for a night. But then it happened again, just last week. Luckily, we had another close family member in town but someone not necessarily as qualified as grandma - Ary's 28-year old uncle who had spent the previous weekend sampling DC's finest clubs and bars. Nonetheless, Neil was ready to accept his mission. This mission really wasn't as challenging as it sounds since I was going to be back in town by 11pm so it wasn't even an overnight stay but there was always the chance of flight delays/cancellations (anyone who's flown in the last 2 years can attest that the chances of this happening are bout 98%). We also helped him out by having Nimia stick around to put Ary to bed. So essentially, Neil was really "on-call" in case Ary woke up. Well, inevitably, she did. I got home and found Neil in her room trying desperately to rock her back to sleep but she wasn't playing. She knew who she was dealing with and figured since Neil kaka (uncle in our language) was used to late night parties, she was gonna be the guest of honor that night. Luckily, there were no tears involved, just blank stares as if she was waiting for him to get up and take her out somewhere. That's when I walked in...

So I took over turd-duty and like the pro I thought I was, I figured I would have her back down within 10 minutes. "Whatever mom!" Ary was determined not to sleep but more importantly, she was more determined, it seemed, to keep her fingers warm. What do I mean? Let me tell you...Her fingers somehow kept finding their way into my nostrils! Some of you observant ones may have noticed by now in recent pictures of our NYC trip and her cheerleading pics that Ary has discovered her nose and its cavernous characteristrics. But she's an equal opportunity nose picker. That night she couldn't have been more intrigued by my nose. If I moved my face, she leaned her body over to have full access to my nose. Then I took her into my pitch black room and tried to get her to sleep with me. Didn't work. She laid there and her fingers roamed the bed until they found my face and eventually my nose. If I moved my face, she just roamed some more and then back in the nose they went! Maybe my poor turd-bucket was cold? Maybe we'll try mittens instead of moist nostril humidity tomorrow night.