(Nap) Attack Dogs
I do realize that this nap is in a bed (snooooooze) but I couldn’t resist the passel of puppies and the ‘tude that says “Back off, woman. I’m napping.”
I can't hear you I can't hear you...
It is a scene like this that makes me quite sure I have some weekday battles in my future, getting William up and at ’em for school.
For now, he rests in the protection of his canine police force. Fierce-looking, aren’t they?
Guest Napper #1 Redux
It’s a real pleasure to get a repeat from my first guest napper ever. The lovely Anna has once again been captured by her mom, Brenna of Suburban Snapshots, in what Brenna calls “Faceplant with Dachshund.”
If you’ll look at the old photo, the dog appears to be plotting. Judging by this (much later) picture, Anna is still not at all concerned that she will be overthrown by the family pooch. In fact, I’d say she looks pretty boldly lackadaisical.
Preschooler Still Queen of Couch
Also, this will prevent Brenna from having to stock up on any extra Kleenex for that drippy winter nose.
Please feel free to send in any guest nap submissions! We love fresh snoozes. Happy Monday.
(Pillow) Fort Has Been Breached!
Apparently, the boiling oil didn’t even have a chance.
Needs fort-building training.
William’s fort appears to have been unable to withstand the rough play to which it was subjected. Duckie is the likely culprit. Blue Puppy is a fellow victim, as usual. Poor Puppy.
Raise the drawbridge…it’s Friday!
Stuffed Snooze
As we adults tackle our post-overindulgence dieting resolutions, Cormac simply collapses in defeat over the gastronomical indiscretions of the holidays.*
Exhausted by the excess…
I know. I know. You’re HUNGRY right now. That Lean Cuisine felt like an appetizer. The carrots are boring without dip. Well…think about the red button your jeans are leaving on your stomach (am I revealing too much about myself?) and when that fails to motivate you, remember feeling like this.
Say goodbye to the gluttony.
Just looking out for you, folks. Now wake up and get to the gym.
*There is a small chance this exhaustion was caused by too much harmonica practice. I subscribe to the Tiger Mom method.