Bedtime? Negative.

Heyyyyy... Who's got two fingers and isn't going to bed?

THIS GUY!!!

As I mature, I am finding that rules and "boundaries" about things like bedtime, eating, and sitting in a carseat are maybe a little dated. Sure, I probably needed them when I was a baby, but come on folks - times are changing.

hmmm...what's that, mom? Bedtime? Oh I'm sorry...that actually doesn't work for me right now.

Yep - you heard me. I also don't do carseats anymore.

Hey, George - Did you hear? I'm a free man... No rules, just Diggy callin' the shots.

Shirts are for sissies.

Mom and Dad seem to be balking at my decree of no rules.

While they may have been able to wrestle me into my jammies, I'm not concerned. I've found that due to their stretchy forgiving nature, jammies actually can be more conducive to climbing, jumping and running than my regular playclothes.

Hellooooo down there...

WOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!!! I'm not tired at all!!!

Still going strong, playing with my BFF!

Oh no... things are slowing down... pillow feels so soft and comfy...



Okay, okay. This isn't so bad. I'm relaxed, I have Puppy...

oooh... the backrub is nice too.

Oh shoot. I'm done. I can't resist Puppy!

Perhaps tomorrow, my resolve will be stronger. Till then...zz..z..z...zzzz...