Apologies to all for the long absence of Team Naps Happen. We’ve been enjoying a blissful vacation on the coast of Maine, where I was far too busy constantly washing sand out of the clothing of small boys to actually post a darn thing.
Of course you know that there’s no way an entire week on vacation will go by without an unorthodox NAP. People, people. Do you know us at all?
This is what happened last year. click.
That one is pretty hard to top, especially now that Cormac is a little older and more discerning. However, I found it funny that he got his blankie, came inside, and then laid himself down on the cold, hard tile floor for his very long snooze.
Roughing it in the great room.
I especially like his energetic backdrop, compliments of our friends’ LIGHTNING MCQUEEN TENT! (that feels like it should be in all caps – sorry).
As proof that he was there for quite a spell, his grandpa took a picture showing the sun passing over him, later. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and we were all enjoying the sea view on the deck while he recharged his little battery.
It’s a lazy afternoon.
Hey – vacation is about relaxation. If a man can relax, even on a cold tile floor, and wake refreshed? More power to you, little buddy.
Vroom vroom. ZZZZzzzzzzz.
He looks much more peaceful than his brother was in the night, later that week. William sat up in his sleep and yelled “I left my scone at the lighthouse! Don’t eat it, Cormac!”
To each his own special dreams.