Awhile back, I posted a picture of my son napping on the sidewalk in his coat.
There were skeptics.
Well, naysayers, I give you Exhibit B…as in Be-Well-Rested. Be-One-With-the-Incline.
If I didn’t actually know the woman who sent me this, I’d have trouble believing it. Having long heard of the exploits of these two whipperNappers, however, I am not as surprised as I could be.
I think these two have cemented their reputation as good sleepers.
As the tulips grace the gardens of the mid-atlantic, I begin to dream of summer evenings, sitting on the porch swing.
Soft breezes. Crickets. Babies…in bed.
No, wait. Babies IN BED. And I said PORCH SWING!
Those Fisher Price swings were pretty magical for my kids, but someone should tell this child that the motor is no match for 20 extra lbs. of child. The doll looks like it’s saying, “Yo! Wake up! WE ARE NOT SWINGING.”
Someone get this kid a lemonade.
I’ll be on the porch if you need me. Perhaps I’ll try a hammock instead.
When I saw this cart nap, I had one thought:
I hope she doesn’t need to get an economy-sized raft of toilet paper.
Come to think of it, this is a great way to avoid spending too much. What can she possibly fit in here? We should all borrow a napping child when we go to Target. As Kim from The Fordeville Diaries points out, there may be no other way to avoid leaving with too much crap.
Also, this is better than letting her two kids ride in one of those car carts. Not only are they absolute HELL to steer, but it sets a bad example for your kids to let them start sleeping at the wheel at an early age.
More time to read the covers of trashy tabloids at the checkout is what I say.
It’s no secret to anyone in the D.C. area that we live in one of the most congested traffic situations in the country. I don’t know how many hours a day I spend in my car, but I sure wish I could double that time-suck up with a nap sometimes. Of course, you can’t nap when you’re driving.
Um. Well, you’re not supposed to.
I remember going cruising in Palm Springs for spring break when I was in high school (ohhhhh the eighties…) but I stayed up ALL NIGHT. This little motorist (despite her hot-looking ride) seems to not even be able to make it to dusk.
Both hands on the wheel lady.
Let’s hope it’s an automatic.