Guest Napper #31 – Sweltering Snooze
As so many of my friends on the eastern seaboard face the day without power, I am reminded of this great guest napper shot. Anjie tells me they didn’t have any A/C on this obviously hot day, and the entire family took a nap to escape the afternoon scorcher.
Apparently, Miranda’s choice of location was worthy of a photo. I feel sweaty just looking at her on that prickly carpet!
Note that her age which, at four, is greater than some of our previous stair nappers, allowed her the wisdom to sleep at the bottom of the stairs. Less risk of jerking in your sleep and taking a tumble!
Here’s hoping all my friends who are in stuffy darkness today can take a comfier nap in bed!
(shut)Eye on Irene
Here at Naps Happen, we’re paragons of preparedness.
Still picking up from the earthquake, though.
As a side note, Gen X’ers: Yes, yes, that IS the apothecary table from Pottery Barn. Bow down to our nineties infamy.
Anyway, as I was saying, we are like SO ready for Irene. William has been working hard. He doesn’t want to be caught out like he was during the earthquake the other day.
Um. He WAS working really hard.
I’ve been focusing on buying up D batteries and filling the bathtub. But William has taken it upon himself to get the watering can at the ready. To…bale water?
It could bale. It COULD.
In fact, he has suggested that, perhaps, we should all rest up before Irene arrives. Cormac (ever the grasshopper to William’s ant) agrees wholeheartedly.
Storing Up Strength
William even covered the grill for us.
What helpful boys we have. Batten down the hatches and stay safe, friends!
Extra credit if you can see the ghost in the apothecary table.
Seismic Sleep
Naps Happen is back up and running after yesterday’s terrible quake. I’m sure you have all been on the edge of your seats, wondering if we folks near the epicenter are doing okay. Thanks for your concerned tweets!
We’re digging out here.
William ran for the doorframe, but he collapsed from exhaustion in the entryway (too much exertion) and was promptly buried in a pile of blankets and couch cushions.
ClOSE to the doorframe. Not in it.
Across the house, Cormac fell victim to the collapsing contents of our basket of unfiled bills and coupons. He was, however, pretty unfazed. Mom used to live in California, so he had some kind of…shake-proof genes. He is undisturbed by this minor tremor. Wish we could say as much for the National Cathedral!
An avalanche of bills.
Having survived this natural disaster, I am pondering what could have caused such an unusual event here on the normally stable (?) east coast. William seems to have been studying up on this already.
Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Global Warming?
I wish I could provide more insights on the matter, but we’re all just waking up here, and we’re a bit discombobulated.
Text "Naps" to 12345 to help rebuild the cushion fort...
In the meantime, I am thinking about having a better some kind of evacuation plan when the big one hits. Perhaps we should start by being awake?
Stay safe out there, East Coasters! Be alert.
Gogglezzzz
As this summer (one big preschooler party) comes to an end, I am reminded that we are all dangerously under the influence of August.
You know…too much partying swimming can leave you with poor judgment. You might keep wanting to hang out with August even though it really doesn’t possess many actual charms.
Cormac fell asleep with his kool-aid goggles on. I’m sure, wearing them, he was oblivious to the bad things about summer. Scorching heat. Insect repellent. Having your popsicle melt before you can eat it. Yeah – through those infamous GOGGLES, everything looked pretty sweet. He was hittin’ the kool-aid hard.
Nap Goggles?
But when he wakes up and takes those goggles off, he’s going to feel pretty silly about liking summer so much. You know. Most of us have been there. And he’ll trudge up the stairs wearing the same clothes he had on before the nap, and feel the overwhelming urge to stuff his face with grilled cheese.
Friends Don't Let Friends Nap With Goggles
Live and learn, little man. Take off the goggles while there’s still time.
To visit just one of the many past examples of too much partying at Naps Happen, click.