Guest Napper #108 – Right Angle of Repose
Well, folks, some of us are likely to get more severe storms today, and I thought about this picture Amanda sent me of her daughter Lauren, who appears to be awesome at finding hidey holes in which to nap.
Shhh! It should be safe under here!
I mean, I’d never heard of a derecho until one of them snapped my table umbrella in half like a toothpick last month. Now that I know about them, however, I might lie down just like this at a right angle under…wait…no, not under a granite countertop. But you get the idea. And maybe I wouldn’t be asleep. Or perched on a chair.
My plan is unraveling, isn’t it?
Oh, hell. We’ll probably never see another derecho, anyway. At least, my new table umbrella hopes so, as well as tens of thousands of people who suffer under the tyranny of Pepco in Maryland.
But, I digress. Lauren is, at least, looking well-rested! Happy Tuesday.
Guest Napper #107 – Cold, Hard Tile
It’s been so hot and muggy that a four-season girl like myself could just melt into a wailing puddle of misery on the asphalt.
On the other hand, this tile is looking extremely inviting right now. Can’t you just feel its cool comfort on your cheek?
Ahhhhhhhhh…
Bless this tired little guy and his comfy camp under the chair. Sometimes you gotta be creative.
Thanks to Sam for this soothing Friday nap!
Guest Napper #106: Having a Ball
Samuel looks like he may have had a little too much fun this weekend.
What’s a guy to do when it’s summer and you’re too little for the real pool? Have a ball at home, of course! (Ba dum DUM.) Looks like actual swimming is still a dream for him, but he seems pretty happy practicing at home.
Life’s a circus.
Disclaimer: We assure you that child was not left recklessly unattended to drown in a pool of plastic toys.
Happy Monday to all. Don’t go off the deep end. Save that for Thursday.
Guest Napper #105: A Dog’s Dream
One of my projects this summer has been to finally start using a compost bin. In fact, just yesterday I made a Brite about all the useful ways your pet can contribute to your compost.
So how appropriate is it that Xander’s dad sent me this wonderful nap, wherein his loyal pup is waiting to finish off the boy’s abandoned (wasted!) toasted cheese sandwich?
Waste not, want not.
Good dog.
The sad truth is that, without a dog in our house and currently on a tiresome diet, I’d have been sorely tested in my efforts not to eat those toast bones myself. Yes, sirree.
I do love toast bones from grilled cheese. As a friend of mine recently pointed out, they are dieting kryptonite for moms.
What, you say you would never scavenge your kid’s abandoned grilled cheese?
I refuse to believe it.
At least compost that stuff.
Happy Thursday. May all of your sandwiches serve a purpose.