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.
Okay, okay. I know what you’re thinking.
It’s a week too late for Exorcist Nap, Alicia.
First and foremost, I want to assure you that I know the parents of this baby and he has grown into a fine young ‘un. Whether or not he is still in the running for contortionist at the circus is unknown. I will ask next time I see them.
All I can say for sure is that this seat must have, as advertised, some MEGA calming vibrations, because this kid clearly fell asleep in the middle of flipping himself backwards.
Keep Calm and Bouncy On, folks. Nothing to see here.
So, both of my sons wanted to dress up as Indiana Jones this year for Halloween. Putting together the hat, utility shirt, brown pants, and even the satchel (which the 4yo calls his “man purse”) wasn’t too hard. I still need a whip, but since whips are verboten at preschool, I was spared having to find a jump rope to sacrifice to the costume gods.
I was thinking, though, about my favorite scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark. You know the one – where Indy faces a scary samurai, blade swinging, and then pulls out his pistol and shoots him. I heard that was an improve. Gosh, I hope it was.
Well, this little guy didn’t get the memo that samurai swords are outmoded. Also, he’s dressed as a ninja. In fact, if you’ll look in the eye of his t-shirt skull, you’ll see this nap time ninja prefers to shop at Target. You could say that the target dog is the apple of his eye.
Ba dum DUM!
This is not the first time we have mixed napping with martial arts. I am beginning to think it’s necessary to ensure the survival of a truly valuable ancient art: SLEEPING.
May you have all treats and no tricks.
Now that the holidays are (ever so remotely) in sight, my four-year-old can constantly be heard saying “That! I want that for Christmas!” Since this is incredibly annoying, I consider it total justification for beginning my own recent refrain:
Santa is watching.
But, hey, this little guy may not need to ask for anything for Christmas. He’s just focused on hanging on to what he’s already got.
Apparently, keeping track of your stuff is an exhausting task.
If Santa’s workshop is in overtime right now, this kiddo is getting forty winks for each of those tired elves. Hang in there, buddy…only a couple of months to go!