Most parents are distressed when napping goes to the dogs at their houses. Maria (mother of both of these two snoozers), however, doesn’t have a problem with it.
Too much closeness?
We’ve all heard about “a boy and his dog.” But what about us girls? As you can see, Duke is pretty patient with his girl Isabel…and it looks like his patience may need to last for awhile.
I won’t have to tell you that there is some serious awesomeness here.
Brittany’s comment, upon submitting this picture of Esme, was that Esme was petting the dog and fell asleep. Well…that’s for sure. But what of the super-fab outfit she’s wearing? And how soft and comfy can that hearth be for her precious little tootsies?
Also, unless I am mistaken, that dog has a look of serious world weariness. It’s like “Dude. Is my bed not even sacred?”
Bravo, Esme! Nap boldly and nap well. Not sure there’s much hope for the dog, though.
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Here’s a good New Year’s Resolution:
Get a smaller dog.
Feeling weighed down by January?
Thanks to Gabrielle’s tot for showing us all that we’re not alone in feeling like we just can’t get up for work tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
Nobody in my house will accept responsibility for the violence directed at this poor, snowy white stuffed dog. Even worse, nobody will take responsibility for the concurrent destruction of my Bobbi Brown lipstick. BOBBI BROWN, ladies. You feel me?
Dog suffers dastardly crime...
I go in search of the culprit and discover a potential suspect, who has holed up in a hideout, barricading himself inside.
Anybody in there? Show yourself!
I order the person of interest to come out and explain himself. There is no sound.
Letting his guard down.
Circling the structure with catlike subtlety, I peer in through a hole in the wall. There he is, enjoying the sleep of the innocents. I’m remain unconvinced.
We'll question him when he wakes up.
I’ll have to wait outside, lest he sneak out and make off in his getaway car. In the meantime, doggy is getting a bath on the “hot” cycle, with some bleach.
The prognosis for a good nap is excellent. The prognosis for a clean puppy is not good. The prognosis for my lipstick is too depressing for me to discuss right now.
When I was typing the title of this blog, I accidentally put in “Sleeping and Stuffing LIVER!” which was probably some kind of Freudian slip related to images of foie gras…but you can’t blame me after this gluttonous holiday we’ve all just survived, can you?
Lorelei sent me this adorable video of determined little Aiden Ro, who doesn’t let a little exhaustion interrupt his feeding frenzy. Watching it, I couldn’t help but have flashbacks to this weekend, when I set the fifth round of appetizers (cheese…olives…DIP) on the coffee table and smiled at everyone as if I had no idea they were already disgusted with themselves.
“Save room for dessert!” Aiden Ro isn’t leaving anything to chance. He has a feeling he might not be awake for dessert, yo.
Notice the dog hangs around for a little while, and then he just gets out of the way.
Speaking of which, you people stay out of my way today, as I make a beeline for the exercise machine and the salad spinner. Have to do penance for the next holiday stuffing.
This nap is so infinitely likable.
Whether you are a fan of man and baby’s best friend (check!) or a fan of eco-friendly diapering (check!) or you just really like orange…well…it’s Monday and I will not disappoint.
Ever wake and feel something weighing on you?
Thanks so much to Jeanie for sending this adorable guest nap and for keeping roughly two tons of diapers out of the landfill with her self-proclaimed gDiaper obsession. Her wee one has a kindred spirit in William.
Happy Monday and sweet dreams to baby and beast.