As I prepare to take Cormac to his toddler gym class this morning, this guest nap from Sam proved to be just the ticket.
Apparently, Waverly is having trouble adjusting to her toddler bed. At least, that’s what Sam says. My take on the situation is that she is just really darn comfortable. In the past, I’ve hazarded a guess at the future occupations of my guest nappers. My first thought here is “trick rider.” You know – like those people who hang upside down off of moving horses?
Half wheel - more good yoga
At very least, this accomplished relaxer knows how to put her feet up. She’ll just have to beware of that head rush when she stands up.
You know – like we old people get every morning.
Naps Happen 
So CUTE! I want to bite that little belly! Wait…that’s not my kid…now I sound like a weirdo.
I like a nice stretched out spine after my naps, too.
Well, it is my kid, so I gave her lots of tummy kisses! She’s a hoot, I tell ya!
That would kill my head! Kids are so darn resilient when it comes torecovering from storing all their blood in their noggins.