I think William felt slighted when I featured Cormac in an artistic pose. He appears to have produced his own psuedo-Flemish masterpiece.
Let’s see, we have two ride-on toys and two…no…three stuffed puppies and a blankie. All we’re missing is the ubiquitous bowl of fruit. He seems to have borrowed from Vermeer there, with the light entering the scene from the left side.
I am very pleased with this artistic promise.
I’ve had the debate with friends about whether or not it’s a person’s God-given right to recline his seat all the way on an airplane. Cormac is here to show you people that it’s perfectly possible to sleep sitting up, regardless of whether or not your seat reclines. As you can see, he’s even using his tray table.
Highchair does not recline
I must say, though, the kid could probably use a good neck pillow right now. Also, he shows early signs of being one of those armrest hogs. Sorry ladies.
on a rug.
Hibernates through the winter.
100% cuddlier than bedbugs, but makes a lot more mess.
Poor wee Cormac has the croup again (seriously? at age two? again?) and after two awful nights, we are sleep-walking adults who are dreaming of dreaming. Does that make any sense? Pass the coffee, please.
I like to think of Cormac like this:
Goofy is still capable of surprise.
Goofy seems a little surprised that Cormac would choose to sleep on the floor instead of this nice, comfy couch. However, he’s game to try anything.
Buzz is having trouble falling asleep.
Buzz is having more trouble adapting to this hard bed. He just…can’t…seem…to… RELAX!
I’m going to need some serious laughs to get through this day. Happy Monday, indeed.
Ohhhh, do I have a great (super great) Friday surprise for you all.
You’ve seen solo naps. You’ve seen tandem naps. But a tandem twin nap? That is only possible thanks to the generous contribution of my friends Christy and Dave, who have identical twin boys (plus another boy…they deserve their own tandem naps. Stat.).
Two naps are better than one.
As you can see, these guys aren’t required to share a napping style just because they’re identical twins. You know – one facedown and the other comfortably face…up? I wonder if there was a cry of “Mom! He’s kicking me!” before the snooze ensued.
Enjoy this gorgeous springlike day and dream of brotherly harmony.
When even the littlest ones get ho-hum about the snowy weather, it’s time to start thinking about spring.
Snow days are such a snooze.
We don’t even live in a really snowy climate, and Cormac is already unimpressed by this wintry blast we’ve all experienced. Luckily, warmer temps are right around the corner…because I’m not sure how long he can keep this coat on without interrupting his sleep cycles.
Almost…MARCH…! Bring on the leprechauns.
Most people find Valentine’s Day is less about the dream and more about the reality…which in this case happens to be a dream, but let’s not confuse matters. If this picture shows what usually happens between you and your significant other, there might be a problem.
A strange togetherness...
However, since these two are at each other’s throats half the time, a good tandem nap is the sweetest Valentine a mom can have.
Sweet dreams to the sweet.
May your V-Day be at very least inoffensive.
I won’t claim this nap to be bizarre. After all, which one of us has not sought out the lone sunbeam sometime as a child?
Sunny Side Up
I remember lying down in a sunbeam in my brother’s room once when we lived in Nebraska and reading most of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader before falling asleep there…circa 1983.
Dreaming of spring circa any-minute-now.
What? Cheated! There’s no nap here. Look closer.
Oh no! An easy chair disaster!
I think the best part is, this isn’t even his own room.
May you all find the best spot for hide and
Not sure if he was knocked out by the effort of learning to tie my shoes.
Exhausted by plunder.
Or perhaps it was the toothbrushing?
Always brush before bed.
Either way, the exertion knocked him out at 10:30 in the morning, between my bed and my closet door. A high traffic area, I assure you.
Perhaps not getting up at 5am would help solve this problem? Just a thought. I keep trying to point this out to him. (yawn).
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 William sleeping (by choice) on the floor of our sort-of-chilly basement, surrounded by pillows.
"I was pondering why I prefer the floor..."
What I did think was notable was his overly thoughtful pose.
Practicing for high school.
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 young William…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.
...and a ray of sun shone down from the sky
Stay warm and get those cars towed out of the thoroughfares, friends.
Dreaming of spring.
I have seen so many funny comments today and yesterday on twitter from other moms (like Nicole, Allison, and Brenna) who are aghast at the prospect of another snow day at home with their children.
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.
Feeling a little crowded at home?
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.
Pile 'o Pillows
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.