No PJs, No Sleep

The other night, when Tricia was out doing one of her many weeknight activities (honestly, it's hard for me to imagine that she would be as busy as she is considering we have, like, two friends in all of Akita, yet she still seems to having something going on at least two-three nights a week, from yoga to whatever else she does) I was left alone to put Jonas to sleep. I couldn't find any pajamas, so I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, figuring that would do. Hey, it's what I sleep in. It should be good enough for Jonas, too. So I dumped him in his crib and sat down on the couch. Only he didn't go to sleep. I noticed a lot of noise coming from his room. And I mean a lot. Also, nearly 45 minutes passed, and I could tell he still wasn't asleep. He wasn't crying; just jabbering away. So I finally decided to peek in and see what was up. And what was up was this: he had tossed every blanket, pillow and comforter out of his crib and onto the floor. He had taken off his T-shirt, removed his sweat pants, pulled off his diaper, and thrown all of them to the floor. That left him sitting there, in the middle of his crib, completely naked, just talking to himself. I guess when you can't speak in full sentences, it takes some creativity to get your point across.