What? Cheated! There’s no nap here. Look closer.
I think the best part is, this isn’t even his own room.
May you all find the best spot for hide and
Not sure if he was knocked out by the effort of learning to tie my shoes.
Or perhaps it was the toothbrushing?
Either way, the exertion knocked him out at 10:30 in the morning, between my bed and my closet door. A high traffic area, I assure you.
Perhaps not getting up at 5am would help solve this problem? Just a thought. I keep trying to point this out to him. (yawn).
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.
What I did think was notable was his overly thoughtful pose.
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.
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.
Dreaming of spring.