Guest Napper #37
Elizabeth’s daughter Pippa is clearly worn-out by the school year already. Well, perhaps she doesn’t attend school…but she’s reading ahead.
A Page-turner.
The sad thing is, this is exactly why I (an English teacher!) have read about two books in the past year. I sit down with the book and a rare moment of silence and the next thing I know, I’m wiping drool and a bookmark imprint from my face.
Not to imply that Pippa is a drooler.
Perhaps an espresso before reading time, Elizabeth? Now there’s an idea!
May you all get through your required reading this week.
Naps Happen’s First Birthday!
It’s hard to believe it was a whole year ago that Brenna from Suburban Snapshots viewed my extensive Facebook album and said to me, “How is this not a blog?”
Since then, I’ve been gratified by the huge number of people who have graciously stopped by my blog day after day to see pictures of people who are just asleep. You all share my sense of humor, apparently, and I feel very fortunate to have your company. A special thanks to those of you who have contributed your own naps to the collection. It wouldn’t be as interesting without you! Please keep sending your pictures to me so that we can keep having a laugh a few times a week. Sadly, my little guys won’t be nappers forever.
I don’t have anything super witty to say today, but I thought I would share a couple of the original naps…the ones that started the craze. Keep coming back to see us in the coming year!
First weird nap ever. Bunny is sympathetic.
Rustic nap.
Perhaps the most famous nap of all!
Toy coma
Naps strengthen your core...
Go forth and rest up! It’s looking like it’ll be a banner year for exhaustion…
Guest Napper #36
We all have secret dreams for our children’s futures. When it comes to toddler Trent, however, I’m suspicious he may already have ideas of his own!
Thanks to Brandan for sharing this bit of mid-week cuteness. It doesn’t look very comfy, but it’s entertaining!
Sporty Sleep
All the talk on Facebook yesterday was about football. As a person raised in a sports-free household, I’m a little at a loss to decode all these all-caps shouts about this and that team and fumbling jumbling tacky helmet tomfoolery. Keep in mind that my parents once gamely accepted an invitation to a Superbowl party and then drew open-mouthed stares by politely asking, upon arrival, who was playing. Your understanding of the seriousness of this offense will be improved by hearing that we lived in Minnesota and the Vikings were one of those two teams.
But lest you think I am dooming my two sons to a lifetime of unAmerican anti-sports behavior, I submit exhibit A.
Stretching time. He’s a flexy McFlexerson, isn’t he? He’s, like, SO aware it’s time for sports.
Getting nimble
I mean, lots of people could get into this position (see – I know sports talk). But could they sleep that way?
Cormac is ready to bring his A Game N Game (for Naps, of course). He’s going to pay close attention to his coach couch and. er…disrupt the opposing furniture’s offense… and run the football in his dreams. That’s all you need to know for one of these sports competitions, right?
Next stop, plenty of insults about apple pie. You can always count on me.