Even those who have just one child are beginning to feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe. Although this falls into the category of tame “couch naps,” it struck a chord with me, today.
Momma to a passel of puppies, this one. I wonder how much TV they will get today?
Hang in there, parents!
Aimee says her son Elliot fell asleep under this crush of cushions while waiting for
Godot Mom to get off the computer and come help him put together his train set.
Except for the book sticking into his shoulder, it looks sort of comfortable and snug, really. But maybe I’m just teetering on the brink of madness after yet another day trapped in the house with my own nappers.
Sit tight, blizzard and ice-weary friends! Cross your fingers for that groundhog.
Those of you who remember the incredible first Stairway Snooze must agree with me that it seemed like lightning in a bottle. I seriously can’t think of anyone else I’ve ever met whose kid took a 2-hour nap on the steps.
Once again, William exceeds expectations.
This time (nearly 18 mos. and several inches in height later) he “wedged” himself on the pie-shaped turning step on our upstairs staircase and settled in with puppy for a comfy re-posed repose. I kid you not.
He actually stayed here for something like 90 minutes, shifting around every so often. I didn’t feel the need to move him, since he had a good, flat area in which to sleep.
I’m not sure what the legal capacity of the pie-shaped step is, though. These guys might already be too many to fit in a VW Beetle or a phone booth.
This MUST be the last stair nap, so enjoy it. I cannot believe it will happen again. Happy Monday!
As many of us face yet another day of cancelled school and mounting indoor insanity, I try to celebrate the closeness we are all developing from these snowbound winter days.
I have to say, naps like these are pretty rare. I felt I should bust out the big guns to amuse myself and everyone else. This will probably be the funniest moment of MY day, for sure.
I will now return to hitting endless repeat on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and prepare to accept my place in hell for parents who have succumbed to televised entertainment.
Hang in there. Daylight Savings starts in just over six weeks.