Tomorrow my kids start school for the year, and I guess maybe I’m feeling a little soft or sentimental. I was looking through my backlog of naps I promised to post for people, and I came across this vintage nap from the early nineties.
Gosh, I was in college when this was taken. I suspect, however, I was in a very similar position on a desk in my dorm.
I love the sweet simplicity of this snooze. Courtney, who is pictured here, is now 25 years old, but her mom fondly remembers her many impromptu naps, taken wherever she felt the need to crash.
As we go into another year jam-packed with activities and tutoring and sports and total craziness, let’s all remember to let these little people have their moments of peace and quiet.
Aren’t they truly divine?
I think you all want to see a child napping with a pig. Because, why not? Jessica from Four Plus an Angel saw this spontaneous porcine slumber happening in her yard and ran for her camera. You know what they say, after all: A kid needs a pig. Oh, sorry, is that a dog? Well, this kid needed a pig, apparently, to make her nap happen.
This little piggy went to market, and this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef and and this little piggy had none. And this little piggy went Z Z Z Z Z…all the way home.
That’s how the story goes, right?
I take pride in trying to give my boys a summer like the ones I had in the seventies and eighties. So far, we’ve had tree climbing, Slip ‘n Sliding, and Pop Rocks with Coke.
Okay, I’m fibbing about the Pop Rocks with Coke.
Frozen yogurt may have replaced Cherry Slushees and we may no longer ride in Pinto station wagons, but I’m pretty sure kids still have to wear life jackets when they’re out on the water…or just anytime they seem like a good substitute for a pillow.
This little dude is rockin’ the late seventies without rockin’ the boat. He’s ready for anything, including the great flood that is coming while he is asleep.
It’s a good thing he’s got an evacuation plan via the pants, because ain’t nobody pulling his clothes over his head in a hurry, that’s for sure!
Be safe out there, sailors, and get your sleep.
I’m beginning to feel like the napping habits of America’s youth are going to the dogs.
Perhaps our young sir would benefit from more of that organic spinach in the cart? He seems to not have the fortitude to make it through this club store trip. Things must have gotten a little ruff.
Rut row. Too many bad puns, Scooby?
Enjoy the ride and awake refreshed, little man!