Contrary to what this photo would suggest, I do not encourage my children to sunbathe. I also do not lock them on the deck in their pajamas and force them to take outdoor naps. Behind giant flowerpots.
Like a sauna?
It seems that, following in his brother’s footsteps, Cormac couldn’t resist the siren song of the sauna-like boards of the deck.
Open your eyes and get out of bed, people. Naps Happen al fresco.
Sorry for the nap starvation diet, but my family just spent a gorgeous week in Maine. Of course you KNOW that the show goes on, regardless of location. Sheesh.
Not all the naps were funny, but this one sure was.
Over a barrel...
I was inside the house when Dan ran in and hissed “get the camera!” It seems wee Cormac had so exhausted himself romping in the great outdoors that he threw himself over the porch end table and conked out.
or is that an upside down magazine holder?
No – wait – it’s some kind of crate for …stuff. But definitely not for babies.
either way...not soft
The piece you can’t see is that it’s about 60 degrees on this covered porch. Parents will be glad to know that I did move the ridiculous boy onto the couch and cover him with copious blankets. He had the deeply satisfying sleep of the great outdoors.