Ian woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. All during breakfast and errands he was alternately punchy and whiny. By 11am he was asking for mama milk and a blanket. We got home and he fell asleep in my arms but woke up when I tried to transfer him to bed. We tried again at 1 and he slept until 3. Then when I went to check on him we both fell asleep until 4:30! So I think he just needed some more sleep. Poor guy rallied this afternoon and did much better with Grandma and Granddaddy while Rich and I snuck out for dinner.

Rich is putting him to bed now at 10:30 and I'm fine with that. That's what Saturdays are for is to trash ones normal routine.

When we got home from dinner, he was watching Thomas on the computer with Granddaddy but we soon converted to a game of running across the living room into Mommy's arms and then dancing around to whatever country music was playing at max volume.

He just kept laughing and saying, "Go again, dancing?"