Sometimes, while riding pink vehicles and snuggling your taggies, you just have to kick back in your man chair. Or, as in this case, under it.
Hey. A baby’s got to protect the delicate skin from the sun. You don’t want to look like a leather chair at age 60.
I stand and scream at them, “Go back under the sheltering soil, you numbskulls!” But tulips are not the smartest of the flowers (I bet you didn’t know that?) and they persist in pushing their optimistic little leaves toward the warm sun. Too bad we’re getting another cold snap this weekend.
And it’s right about now that my boys start asking when we are going on our summer vacation. I see, however, I am not the only parents suffering this type of premature anticipation.
This girl is ready to go. She’s got her cooler. She’s got her…fork. Not sure I’d let my two kids in the back of our vacation car with a fork, but okay. Also, she has a folding stool, so perhaps there’s camping in the future.
There’s also a lot of napping in her future. And maybe chilled juice boxes.
You go, girl. Now, about those tulips…
So, I’m on my fourth week of Weight Watchers and for some reason (gee, I can’t imagine?) I was drawn to this nap photo. I must say, that teething ring is looking pretty darn tasty right now.
I mean, it’s probably really low in carbs.
Excuse me while I sleep off this mid-morning snack attack.
I have been moaning on Facebook recently about the fact that we have had the most depressing winter weather, evahhhh.
Gray. Wet. Gray. Gloomy. Gray…
I love winter, but I’m sick of THIS winter.
And I feel like this.
Anyone with me? Dreaming of a sweet, sandy snooze right about now? Oh, yeah.
Back to our regular wintry mix…