‘Tis the season for tots to warm the cockles of our hearts with their adorable footies and their vigils for Santa. Who can resist the determination of the wee ones to stay up late, peeking out the window and watching for Santa?
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…an awkward sleeper in a footieeeeee.
It may have taken this little dude awhile to crash, but he didn’t give up, even at the last moment.
Now that’s a fine-looking plank position! Quick – go wrap some gifts!
If you’re landing at Naps Happen for the first time, the sheer number of dreamy snoozes in here can get overwhelming. You can just scroll down and start clicking, or you can sample a few of my favorites to get started.
Naps on the deck!
Naps in contorted positions!
Naps that seem like they couldn’t have possibly happened!
Naps with man’s best friend!
Naps at the table!
I’m sorry…I’m feeling sleepy and I need to take a break. Make yourselves welcome and come back to see us again!
I am busy cooking for Thanksgiving today, so I thought I would share with you one of my absolute favorite recipes! I got it from my magical (as in creator of magically delicious cooking) Aunt Brenda, who got it from her sister-in-law Kieran. All I can say is, THANK YOU KIERAN. This dish is so easy and you can prep it the day before. If you have a lot of people, just double the recipe and use a large, rectangular dish.
Then watch them scrape the dish clean, people.
If you need a corn recipe, give it a try!
We at Naps Happen are wishing each and every one of you a happy, safe, and yummy Thanksgiving! May you enjoy lovely after-dinner snoozes.
Sorry to be corny.
Today we had a high of 66 degrees, which is warm in November, even for Virginia. I guess it put me in the mood for this summer retrospective I received from Maria.
My kid came home from school today with a piece of art based on Mondrian, but I think this young artist has a less structured style. Certainly, she prefers pastels to primary colors.
Looking at this artistic work more carefully, though, it looks a little like a message to landing aliens. There’s something repetitive about it, isn’t there?
Regardless, I guess painting a mural on the floor is just as tiring as painting one on the ceiling. Take that, Michelangelo.
Sweet dreams of summer, wee sketch artist.