Okay, okay. I know what you’re thinking.
It’s a week too late for Exorcist Nap, Alicia.
First and foremost, I want to assure you that I know the parents of this baby and he has grown into a fine young ‘un. Whether or not he is still in the running for contortionist at the circus is unknown. I will ask next time I see them.
All I can say for sure is that this seat must have, as advertised, some MEGA calming vibrations, because this kid clearly fell asleep in the middle of flipping himself backwards.
Keep Calm and Bouncy On, folks. Nothing to see here.
So, both of my sons wanted to dress up as Indiana Jones this year for Halloween. Putting together the hat, utility shirt, brown pants, and even the satchel (which the 4yo calls his “man purse”) wasn’t too hard. I still need a whip, but since whips are verboten at preschool, I was spared having to find a jump rope to sacrifice to the costume gods.
I was thinking, though, about my favorite scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark. You know the one – where Indy faces a scary samurai, blade swinging, and then pulls out his pistol and shoots him. I heard that was an improve. Gosh, I hope it was.
Well, this little guy didn’t get the memo that samurai swords are outmoded. Also, he’s dressed as a ninja. In fact, if you’ll look in the eye of his t-shirt skull, you’ll see this nap time ninja prefers to shop at Target. You could say that the target dog is the apple of his eye.
Ba dum DUM!
This is not the first time we have mixed napping with martial arts. I am beginning to think it’s necessary to ensure the survival of a truly valuable ancient art: SLEEPING.
May you have all treats and no tricks.
Now that the holidays are (ever so remotely) in sight, my four-year-old can constantly be heard saying “That! I want that for Christmas!” Since this is incredibly annoying, I consider it total justification for beginning my own recent refrain:
Santa is watching.
But, hey, this little guy may not need to ask for anything for Christmas. He’s just focused on hanging on to what he’s already got.
Apparently, keeping track of your stuff is an exhausting task.
If Santa’s workshop is in overtime right now, this kiddo is getting forty winks for each of those tired elves. Hang in there, buddy…only a couple of months to go!
How fondly I remember those long afternoons I spent reading as a kid. Whether it was Nancy Drew or The Chronicles of Narnia or Ballet Shoes, you couldn’t tear me away from my beloved books. Sometimes I would sit and eat a stack of American cheese slices while I read for hours.
Okay, that part might not have been such a good idea. Burp.
Anyway, at least from the reading perspective (regardless of cheese consumption) I’m thinking this girl is my kindred spirit.
People like those newfangled digital readers now, but I prefer the old fashioned reading experience. I mean, those flat electronic things won’t balance on your face very well and they create static on your facial hairs.
Here’s hoping your kids apply themselves to intellectual pursuits over the weekend. Happy Friday!