Indiana was supposed to be asleep when I crept into his room this morning. Instead, I found him gurgling to himself as he fondles this toy and that. He squealed out a cheer when he saw me, and both pudgy little arms shot up into the air, in the universal "pick me up" sign. He has not been sleeping well of late, which means neither have I.
So, I am a little grouchy and in need of a serious snooze. For my friends and family it means I have been rather short with everyone and should probably apologize for my less than pleasant attitude.
What this means for my blog friends is that I wont be visiting tonight.
I am going to bed.