Pillow Prop

After so many snow days, it’s a wonder if everyone’s house doesn’t look like this.  I guess it’s not so unusual to find my oldest sleeping (by choice) on the floor of our sort-of-chilly basement, surrounded by pillows.

“I was pondering why I prefer the floor…”

What I did think was notable was his overly thoughtful pose.

Practicing for high school.

This actually reminds me a lot of the studied head-prop we all cultivated in order to appear that we were awake in class when we were actually nearing the drooling point.

I see great things ahead for this young man…scholar of sleep.

Hope in the Dark of Winter

This nap goes out to all my friends in Chicago…and Boston…and New York…and Minnesnowta…a little ray of sunshine from our marginally warmer clime.

Hope in the Dark

Dreaming of spring.

There Was a Preschooler Who Lived in a Shoe…

I have seen so many funny comments today and yesterday on twitter from other moms (like Nicole, Allison, and Brenna) who are aghast at the prospect of another snow day at home with their children.

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.

Feeling a little crowded at home?

Momma to a passel of puppies, this one.  I wonder how much TV they will get today?

Hang in there, parents!

Guest Napper #9

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.

Pile 'o Pillows

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.