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.
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.