Naps Happen LIVE!
Early in the days of Naps Happen, I posted a bunch of pictures of William out cold in front of what was actually a very loud keyboard playing an endless cycle of muzak songs. The problem is, the picture just can’t convey how deep his sleep was, in the presence of such horribly noisy, cheesy Christmas Carols and renditions of Bryan Adams.
Devoted nap enthusiasts, rejoice, for Cormac has discovered the piano.
It would appear that he does not find it soporific. William, however, is never impervious to the sweet strains of Bryan Adams. They appear to induce slumber in some odd, Pavlovian way.
Cue the bell. Cue the meat powder. If only Pavlov had known about Muzak.
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Guest Napper #18 – Storybook Snooze
One of my favorite bloggers, Ninja Mom, honored me twice over this weekend. She sent me an impeccably dressed guest napper and she wrote up the nap for me, too! If you’ve never stopped by to read her regular ruminations on the perils of parenting (although she makes no comment on the pitfalls of excessive alliteration) please do. You won’t be disappointed! In the meantime, do enjoy this enchanted repose.
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Snacking is not for the weary. Or for girls lost in wonderland. Or for sad sack step-sister servants destined for a ball. A few days ago I looked over at the table and wondered aloud, “Where did Beans go?” In the silence that followed I heard snoring. So, when I tiptoed over to confirm that Beans had settled in for a bench nap at the kitchen table I brought the camera with me.
No cushy bed for this paupered preschooler...
Beans is an Alice devotee. You can’t tell because she plopped belly-down and hid all the identifying bits on the front of her costume, but she’s decked out for a tea party she’d had with the March Hare and friends. Clearly the tea was uncaffeinated.
Fairy Godmother/Cheshire Cat aerial POV
Or was it all that getting ready for the ball? There was the not cleaning up of the playroom and the not dusting off of snack crumbs from the table. All of that hard work avoided and still not enough energy to hang onto both glass slippers. But maybe that’s for the best; I think I hear the Grand Duke calling in the foyer now. I hope he brought a college endowment for my princess.
Waiting for crumbs from the table?
Either way, Beans sure knows one thing: A bench is a bed your snooze makes.
For more of Nicole’s hilarity, click through to Ninja Mom Blog before she turns back into a pumpkin. For more of my hilarity (hardy har) check out my guest post on her blog from last month. Warning: you may be off of McDonald’s Playland for a few days. http://www.ninjamomblog.com/2011/04/guest-post-dont-toy-with-me.html
Symbolic Sleep
Sometimes I look at the strange arrangements of these naps, and I imagine them in an art installation. Sure, people with a classical bent may say that this is just, you know, like a picture of a bunch of soup cans. A Walmart rug. A cheap sofa bed.
MOMA-worthy?
The genius is in the details, though. See how the subject is arranged in a fetal position, lightly draped, evoking a return to the womb and celebrating all things feminine. See how this motherly scene constrasts with the embarrassing big-box store carpet and the scattering of material possessions in the left-hand border of the photo.
And who is perceptive enough to spot the older child standing on the fringes of the pillow-sculpture? What does it mean? Is the artist making a commentary on the inevitability that all sons will eventually leave the organic safety of the mother (earth?) and become materialistic men?
I’m too exhausted by the possibilities. Please excuse me while I take a quick nap.
Back to the comfy place.
Simple Snooze
Coming off of a sunny weekend full of indulgent meals and champagne toasts to my new graduate degree, this nap struck me as being timely.
Lazy Hazy Days Ahead...
I’m not saying it’s a funny nap. Hey, we can’t be funny every day around here. But you’ve got to admit it’s pretty sweet. I especially love how he sequestered himself way at the end of the couch like it’s a hideout.
Sunny Corner
It’s not a hammock, but it will do.
Here’s to many sunny snoozes in the months ahead!