Ways I know my toddler is ready for sleepy time:
1. He is whiny about everything.
2. He is picking his nose (no really.)
3. He is whiny about everything.
Seriously though folks, Fussypants has some seriously adorable little character traits. He comes to me butt first to smell his poopy diaper when he has one. He makes adorable Popeye like faces at me when he wants something and I've told him no thirty times, in a last ditch effort to "cutify" me into caving in. He sings along in the car to show tunes with me, even though he doesn't know the words. He can identify the sound of a train from three states over.
One thing that is not so adorable is when he is in desperate need of sleep and he becomes the most miserable child for whom not even a rice krispie treat will appease.
This has become my slogan for just those such times: