Cozy Cohort
For some reason, when I saw this scene, it reminded me of a horrible dish my college cafeteria used to serve up called “Broccoli and Friends.” Here he is – my little vegetable – surrounded by all his favorite entertainments. Blue Puppy. A piece of his train set. The remote control. Still, apparently, it was not enough to keep him awake.
Or maybe he’s like the Pharaohs of old(e) and he needs to have his stuff with him as he sleeps?
Aerial view of the activity.
I’m sure he’ll be springing into action any minute.
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Plank Position
I think this whole planking trend is ridiculous. Apparently, my three-year-old doesn’t.
Rather than participate, Blue Puppy has stuck his head in the sand blankie. He’s not Cormac’s puppy ANYWAY.
Planking is too hard for puppies.
Eh. It’s too hot to play outside, anyway. Snooze on, little planker. Snooze on.
Oh, like YOU haven’t napped in this position.
Guest Napper #24
After being up with a really feverish child last night, I can certainly relate to Liam.
Um...you're in my "dance space."
His mom, Desiree, had no problem with getting right up in his chubby little face in order to capture this great moment of relaxation.
And what’s wrong with it? We all like to push back after a great meal and digest for a moment.
Hey! You! That's better. Stay back.
Sleep and eat. Sleep and eat. It’s a toddler’s life.
Slumber of the Supplicant
For the most part, William takes after his father. Engineer. Analytical. Actually has the capability to keep to himself for five minutes. When I see this photo, though, I can pretend for a second that he’s like me…and that he fell asleep in mid-sentence for all his constant talking at people.
What was I saying?
The detail you might miss (if you weren’t looking closely) is the clasped hands. Was he begging someone to restart his Disney film? Pleading with his brother to stop beating him over the head with a plastic shovel? Appealing to God to bring him a Red Ryder BB Gun (carbine-action, two hundred shot Range Model air rifle with a compass in the stock and a thing which tells time, in case you were wondering)…he DOES have a certain Christmas Hummel air about him.
Or perhaps he is just dreaming of a very large piece of chocolate cake.
Whatever the case, it’s a sweet little slumber.