Nights of Tribulations

Bombshell has gone to Tennessee for several days and we (Pan and I) have custody of Indiana B. First night was a heaven send. He went to bed on time. Fell asleep on time and slept the entire night.

Night two was a completely different matter though. He just did not want to go to sleep. Being in bed was okay, just as long as those sweet little grey peepers were toothpicked open. First he is in his bed (which happens to be a playpen); next Pan calls me back to take a peek and there the monster is on Pan’s side of the bed with the covers pulled up to his chin and pretending to play the x-box with the remote.

I know this doesn’t sound too bad, unless, of course, you put into perspective. This picture was taken maybe 7-8 months ago. Indiana has grown probably half a head since. But as you can, no doubt, tell, this is one high bed and I can just imagine him going off the side of it head first.



And here is the one taken after he crawled into bed. Now isn’t this a boy after any man’s heart?