Jet-lagged

Back at work and creche today, though certainly not a long day. Last night, Foxy to bed at 7:15, awake from 10 - 12:15. At 9 this morning, I went to pry him out of bed. Bright light did nothing to disturb his peace:

When I tried talking to him, I swear he put his fingers over and/or in his ears:

As a final attempt at ignoring me, he rolled over:

Eventually, success via the smell of toast.

(I know, what am I doing blogging everyday detail and neglecting TRIP photos? Soon, really.)