The cool thing about writing Naps Happen is that you eventually become the go-to social media destination for any and all friends who witness a post-worthy nap.
That is exactly what happened this summer, when I was pinged by my college friend Peter, whose kids had fallen asleep on the pavement while waiting for a parade to start. That ground – it is so warm. Mmmmm. Sleepy spectators.
I hope the parade was more exciting than the anticipation of it, ’cause this event does appear to be a real snooze.
Ba dum DUM!
Bring on the marching band. We have to wake these kids up. It’s Fall!
Remember how I told that story about my cat squeezing himself onto the napkin basket?
Well…you know. I told you so.
It looks like people like to squeeze themselves into baskets, too.
Looking at her, you might think she carefully chose this spot for her nap and then peacefully folded her hands and drifted off. Apparently, however, she was seen only moments before, dancing like a MANIAC (and she’s dancing like she never danced before…ohhhhh) right next to the basket. In the way of the small child, she must have suddenly realized her battery was dead and barely made it to a soft spot before hitting the snooze button.
Parents, do not despair that the nap will never come. In the words of the eternal Hall & Oates:
You work all your life for that moment in time
It can come or pass you by
It’s a push of the world but there’s always a chance
If the hunger stays alive
Keep faith in the naps. Keep the hunger alive, folks.
I had this big, fluffy cat once who insisted on trying to balance his large bottom on our tiny napkin basket in the kitchen. For some reason, he was convinced he was small enough to sit comfortably upon it.
Note: We did always discard the offending top napkin after Kitty had left.
This little guy seems unaware that he is too large for this baby seat. Somehow the convenience of clicking one of these babies into a stroller loses its charm when it contains a kid who weighs upwards of 45lbs.
Come to think of it, I’m a bit of a hypocrite, having often squeezed myself into a pair of jeans that were too small, and then sat upon them.
Who am I to criticize? You snooze on with your bad self, little man. Snooze on.
It’s that time of year again, when the two-month Halloween holiday begins. Across the land, parents begin hearing the common refrain:
For Halloween, I want to be…(fill in stupidly difficult costume here)
I’ve been lucky. For the last few years, both of my kids have wanted to wear the same storm trooper costumes over and over. I mean, not only is it cheap and easy, but it’s a Gen X parent’s dream.
Anne sent me this photo, telling me this little man was holding a spiderman costume. However, the loser Gen X’er in me has a much more exciting plan for this snoozy costume. Namely…eXtraterrestrial.
The truth is out there…and it’s very relaXing.