Those of you who remember the incredible first Stairway Snooze must agree with me that it seemed like lightning in a bottle. I seriously can’t think of anyone else I’ve ever met whose kid took a 2-hour nap on the steps.
Once again, William exceeds expectations.
Thank goodness for pie-shaped steps.
This time (nearly 18 mos. and several inches in height later) he “wedged” himself on the pie-shaped turning step on our upstairs staircase and settled in with puppy for a comfy re-posed repose. I kid you not.
He actually stayed here for something like 90 minutes, shifting around every so often. I didn’t feel the need to move him, since he had a good, flat area in which to sleep.
More puppies appear.
I’m not sure what the legal capacity of the pie-shaped step is, though. These guys might already be too many to fit in a VW Beetle or a phone booth.
This MUST be the last stair nap, so enjoy it. I cannot believe it will happen again. Happy Monday!
As many of us face yet another day of cancelled school and mounting indoor insanity, I try to celebrate the closeness we are all developing from these snowbound winter days.
I have to say, naps like these are pretty rare. I felt I should bust out the big guns to amuse myself and everyone else. This will probably be the funniest moment of MY day, for sure.
I will now return to hitting endless repeat on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and prepare to accept my place in hell for parents who have succumbed to televised entertainment.
Hang in there. Daylight Savings starts in just over six weeks.
I do realize that this nap is in a bed (snooooooze) but I couldn’t resist the passel of puppies and the ‘tude that says “Back off, woman. I’m napping.”
I can't hear you I can't hear you...
It is a scene like this that makes me quite sure I have some weekday battles in my future, getting William up and at ‘em for school.
For now, he rests in the protection of his canine police force. Fierce-looking, aren’t they?
It’s a real pleasure to get a repeat from my first guest napper ever. The lovely Anna has once again been captured by her mom, Brenna of Suburban Snapshots, in what Brenna calls “Faceplant with Dachshund.”
If you’ll look at the old photo, the dog appears to be plotting. Judging by this (much later) picture, Anna is still not at all concerned that she will be overthrown by the family pooch. In fact, I’d say she looks pretty boldly lackadaisical.
Preschooler Still Queen of Couch
Also, this will prevent Brenna from having to stock up on any extra Kleenex for that drippy winter nose.
Please feel free to send in any guest nap submissions! We love fresh snoozes. Happy Monday.
Apparently, the boiling oil didn’t even have a chance.
Needs fort-building training.
William’s fort appears to have been unable to withstand the rough play to which it was subjected. Duckie is the likely culprit. Blue Puppy is a fellow victim, as usual. Poor Puppy.
Raise the drawbridge…it’s Friday!
As we adults tackle our New Year’s dieting resolutions, Cormac simply collapses in defeat over the overindulgences of the holidays.*
Exhausted by the excess...
I know. I know. You’re HUNGRY right now. That Lean Cuisine felt like an appetizer. The carrots are boring without dip. Well…think about the red button your jeans are leaving on your stomach (am I revealing too much about myself?) and when that fails to motivate you, remember feeling like this.
Say goodbye to the gluttony.
Just looking out for you, folks. Now wake up and get to the gym.
*There is a small chance this exhaustion was caused by too much harmonica practice. I subscribe to the Tiger Mom method.
CAUTION! Wooden floors freeze before other areas of the house (like carpet).
Keep it moving, folks...
Babies and vehicles should proceed with caution. No rubbernecking, please.
I realize I’m bending the rules a little here, showing an evening sleep event (I’ve done this only once before) and I can’t say for sure whether this particular bedtime location change occurred while William was awake or asleep. Those of you who “know” him will agree that either scenario is possible.
Likes roughing it.
When I was little, I remember occasionally falling out of my bed and screaming bloody murder for my Mom to come get me, because I was afraid of being snatched by underbed monsters. William clearly has no such fear (possibly because there is no space under his bed, I suppose). We actually opted to leave him on the floor all night, rather than waking him and disturbing his delicious repose.
Doesn’t he look snuggly? I think, though, that his puppies are cold.
Happy Friday! May you all wake up in your beds tomorrow.
After posting such an elevated nap yesterday, I came across this one (featuring our old pal, William) that showed he is equally capable of highbrow snoozing. As you can see, he is also a “Thinker.”
Hey, I have thoughts, too...
I had taken a picture of this thoughtful repose and felt it was the best I’d get that day. But then (as sometimes is the serendipitous event) I found him like this:
Feeling inexplicably distressed...
I have felt similar disquiet upon slowly waking to find my cat’s backside in my face. William needs to have a heart-to-heart (other end, William) with this puppy about couch-sharing etiquette.
I suspect he has a lot of deep thoughts on the matter.
Maybe he’ll write a book about it and pay for his own college. If he can stay awake.
Eat your heart out, Rodin. Our little Frenchman is thinking hard AND he’s sleeping at the same time. The Thinker, Generation 2.0.
Practicing to be a Greek French statue...
Or is he dreaming of the Heisman Trophy? The feeling of motion created by his artfully draped blankie and bent leg … well, it’s clearly a masterpiece in the Sporty Nap period of art.
Crack out your Jansen History of Art, people. Study up. Cormac is way ahead of us.
I really have no excuse at all for posting this very summery nap, except that it is so long until summer that I felt it couldn’t wait.
With more snow approaching the Northeast, I know my friends up there will appreciate this memory of hot days, grilled brats, and cold …well, we won’t talk about the libations. Although, admittedly, one could suspect that William snuck something from the cooler, the way he has placed his nap UNDER the grill.
Dreaming of the perfect burger?
He was there for awhile, too.
Obviously, the grill was not in use and I checked on him frequently to make sure he was okay. He snoozed away until he was perfectly cooked and then came back inside. What a champ.
It will be summer again, people. Hang on! Also, Happy Friday!
When you have a second child, everyone and their mother says “Just get them on the same schedule so you can have some time to yourself!” Well, I applaud these fabulous moms who manage to mold their children’s schedules to the perfect afternoon moment of silence (during which they are angelically snoozing in their little beds) but I was never, ever able to arrange this. I’m not saying it never happened, but it rarely happened…and never due to any kind of special skill on my part.
This is a more common scene from my neither-golden-nor-silent afternoon.
The big one. He slumbers. Boo ha ha haaa.
What you see probably follows an hour when Cormac (the little one) was sleeping peacefully and William (the big one) was demanding cartoons, juice, and a visit from the Rockettes.
But it never fails.
No sooner has William gone facedown than Cormac is faceup. And in William’s face. I’ll leave you to ponder what happened next…
Brenna graciously scouted this picture for me, which is of her niece Julia. Like any normal person would be, Brenna was initially skeptical that Julia is actually asleep in the picture, but her mom swears it is true.
Not accustomed to this much cooking.
What’s funny to me, as an obvious fan of naps, is that Julia’s mom apparently took the picture to show Brenna that her daughter was wearing the personalized apron Brenna sent her for Christmas.
What of the nap? I call it brilliant! Forget the apron!
On the other hand, a future in the culinary arts may not be in the cards for this little one. Too (yawn) tiring.
…because it had to have taken some childlike flexibility to somehow toss his puppy up on top of the pillow after covering himself with all that other stuff. I tell you, it’s a positive inspiration to all of us who have once again dedicated ourselves to our previously neglected fitness goals in the coming year.
Ummm...I don't know
Black puppy isn’t looking so chipper, though. Upward dog doesn’t appear to agree with him.
I think I’m going to go do some stretching now. Happy 2011! Looking forward to napping flexibility – both in form and in location.