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Guest Napper #69 – Sleepy Surfing

27 Feb

At first, when I saw this picture Emma sent of her son Sirius, I thought “Eh, he’s sleeping on an ottoman. We’ve seen that before.”

But he’s not. Look more closely.

Surfing the microsuede...

In fact, Sirius is balanced on the arm of this couch. He looks like he conked out there on the way to his workout, but this shouldn’t be a problem. I’m quite sure his abs are getting toned as he sleeps.

How does one drift off peacefully, while balancing on the arm of a couch? I’m not sure (as I have never done it) but I’ve spotted a familiar culprit, lying facedown on the seat to his left.

Grilled cheese. Buzz Lightyear. The list of clues grows in the quest to find the perfect sleep-inducing environment.

Peace out, little surf dude. Peace out.

 

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Sleep ‘n Safari

21 Jan

We’ve got a really wild nap here. Monkeys and tigers and bare feet – oh my! We even have some fish (in the bowl) although someone needs to tell Cormac that it’s okay to eat them with his fingers.

Perhaps the effort of chasing those goldfish around their bowl with a spoon exhausted him to the point that he just quit trying and decided to snooze, instead.

The Jungle Nook

As usual, he felt the need to put himself right at the edge of his couch. Perhaps in case the tiger turns out to be a wild animal, after all, and bites the hand that feeds him goldfish?

Comfy, as usual.

For now, however, there seems to be no danger. Tiger is enjoying his catnap, as well…

It’s the black domestic short hair we might want to worry about.

Is that a panther?

Meow.

Comfort Food

22 Dec

Speaking of grilled cheese…evidence is mounting that it has a strong soporific effect.

That sandwich was a knockout!

Contrary to his spicy attire, Cormac is feeling extremely laid-back after, apparently, eating all but the crusts of his sandwich and then arranging them in some kind of modern art installation on his Easter egg plate.

Now, my boys aren’t even twins, and they seem to have some kind of telepathy going on. Little did Cormac know, his brother had done something extremely similar in the basement.

We do steam the couch, often, just so you know.

I am not as impressed with William’s crust-arranging skills, but he is truly the superior performer on the Xbox.

I think Celestial Seasonings should make a bedtime grilled cheese tea. It seems to be effective. That would be gross, though, wouldn’t it?

Insomnia be damned!

Hey Girl, Let’s Take a Nap

8 Dec

A single, child-free friend of mine once remarked that she would go insane living in my house, because I appear to have constant couch cushion chaos.  I refrained from pointing out that I have already gone insane.

This picture provides no real clues to how William ended up sleeping under the toy box, but it does provide compelling evidence that there is a malevolent force at work in my media room downstairs. Heck – in every room. Friends, I present Exhibit A: Child Unconscious on Pile of Furniture Rubble.

 

My money is on aliens...

What’s really calloused here is how William continues to play Xbox with no concern for his brother’s well-being.  If he were Ryan Gosling, he’d be like “Hey girl, I know you get all concerned when we sleep buried in piles of rubble, but it’s okay, girl. You know how we are, girl.”

...it'll be his turn soon.

William is probably using this opportunity to level up in Lego Star Wars, seeing as how his bro isn’t as good at the game as he is. Toddler motor skills.

Go away. I'm sleeping.

Hey girl, I know you get your undies in a bunch when we wreck the house. But you know how much virile energy we have, girl. You know how it is.

Seismic Sleep

24 Aug

Naps Happen is back up and running after yesterday’s terrible quake.  I’m sure you have all been on the edge of your seats, wondering if we folks near the epicenter are doing okay.  Thanks for your concerned tweets!

We’re digging out here.

William ran for the doorframe, but he collapsed from exhaustion in the entryway (too much exertion) and was promptly buried in a pile of blankets and couch cushions.

ClOSE to the doorframe. Not in it.

Across the house, Cormac fell victim to the collapsing contents of our basket of unfiled bills and coupons.  He was, however, pretty unfazed.  Mom used to live in California, so he had some kind of…shake-proof genes.  He is undisturbed by this minor tremor.  Wish we could say as much for the National Cathedral!

An avalanche of bills.

Having survived this natural disaster, I am pondering what could have caused such an unusual event here on the normally stable (?) east coast.  William seems to have been studying up on this already.

Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Global Warming?

I wish I could provide more insights on the matter, but we’re all just waking up here, and we’re a bit discombobulated.

Text "Naps" to 12345 to help rebuild the cushion fort...

In the meantime, I am thinking about having a better  some kind of evacuation plan when the big one hits.  Perhaps we should start by being awake?

Stay safe out there, East Coasters!  Be alert.

Leaning Toddler Of Pizzzzzza

6 May

When I see this extremely uncomfortable-looking nap, I can only surmise that Cormac was examining the crumbs between the couch cushions.

"Mom - I think you missed a spot..."

That’s my first thought.

And then my second thought is…how did he drop his pacifier on his right side and then swing wildly over to the left?

Faceplant in progress.

We’re going to have to work on his posture.

But it’s Friday, so you all forget about your posture and cut loose a little.  I know we will!

Sleepy Self-Portrait

21 Mar

In keeping with our continuing theme of imitating the great artists, William has been working on his self-portrait.

Portrait of the Artist

Apparently, he needed to remove all distractions (such as cushions) from the couch and commit to a spartan level of comfort in order to tap into his unrealized artistic potential.  Also, meditation may have played a role.

Ultimately, this was day was not fated to be the one in which he’d create that brilliant work.  I’m sure he’s feeling a little bit of pressure on that front, since his brother has already been working on the same project.

It was, however, a fantastic day for a nap.  That’s something any critic can appreciate.

Dragons and Monkeys and Chix Nuggets, Oh My!

2 Mar

There are a lot of things to say about this nap, and I don’t know which to choose…so I guess I’ll say them all.

 

First, I don’t know what motivates my children to remove all the cushions from the couch before sitting (and sleeping) on it.

Second, please note the horribly mismatched jammies.  On top is the Hanna Andersson dragon pattern and on the bottom a very faded, hand-me-down Old Navy number covered in faded monkeys.  The result is a weird Wizard of Oz flying monkeys effect.

Lastly – who doesn’t love a half-eaten chicken nugget waiting when he wakes up?  I want to issue a disclaimer that this chicken nugget was NOT in the couch before the cushions were removed.  Cormac brought it there before dozing off.  Really.  Honestly.

The wide shot

I assure you those instructions on the label do not suggest removing cushions and then sleeping on the unopened sofa bed.

And now nobody who visits us will want to sleep on the sofa bed.  Good going, Mom.

 

 

 

The Gift of Sleep — Any Sleep

21 Feb

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.

 

Guest Napper #1 Redux

24 Jan

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.

It’s Not Like Cormac’s “The Smart One”

13 Jan

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.

Toddler Twister

17 Nov

I realize that this nap is on a couch (yawn) but I was taken with how William can make a perfectly comfy couch nap into a perfectly uncomfy, awkward position.

I mean, really, it looks as if Telly the Teaching Time Clock is just anxiously awaiting that moment when he can sound his alarm and free William from this ridiculous snooze. Just when I thought I’d gotten the best shot of the day, though, he gave me this one.

Eat your heart out, Gene Kelly

I suppose Gene Kelly never looked awkward in his entire life, so perhaps I need to rethink my chosen dance icon.  But, seriously, he took the rest of his nap like this.

Napping with style.  That’s my man.

Couch (Back) Potato

9 Nov

It’s not like we don’t have beds in our house, folks.  Really.  In fact, in order to increase the sleepiness of our abode, we furnished our finished basement with a sleeper sofa (big enough for two cozy people, even).

William was interested in the sleeper sofa.  Unfortunately, he was not interested in the bed portion.

 

Just the back.

If you're not living on the edge...

Clearly, he is not kept awake by chocolate before “bed.”  Nor is puppy.

My little couch spud.

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