There’s a lot of buzz out there right now on Facebook and Twitter, with moms discussing the imminent end of school and the looming summer break.
(insert nervously hysterical cackle)
You folks have LOTS of togetherness ahead. We all do. But it looks like Rose may have a little more togetherness ahead than some of us.
Experiencing lower back pain upon waking?
Okay, come on. It’s adorable!
If only all summer moments could be this peaceful. Stay strong, parents…
As this summer (one big preschooler party) comes to an end, I am reminded that we are all dangerously under the influence of August.
You know…too much
partying swimming can leave you with poor judgment. You might keep wanting to hang out with August even though it really doesn’t possess many actual charms.
Cormac fell asleep with his kool-aid goggles on. I’m sure, wearing them, he was oblivious to the bad things about summer. Scorching heat. Insect repellent. Having your popsicle melt before you can eat it. Yeah – through those infamous GOGGLES, everything looked pretty sweet. He was hittin’ the kool-aid hard.
But when he wakes up and takes those goggles off, he’s going to feel pretty silly about liking summer so much. You know. Most of us have been there. And he’ll trudge up the stairs wearing the same clothes he had on before the nap, and feel the overwhelming urge to stuff his face with grilled cheese.
Friends Don't Let Friends Nap With Goggles
Live and learn, little man. Take off the goggles while there’s still time.
To visit just one of the many past examples of too much partying at Naps Happen, click.
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!
Unwilling to leave summer behind...
What better way to shed a tear for summer’s passing than to indulge in a reverent slumber underneath the grill? William assures me that one awakens refreshed and dreaming of Bratwurst. Puppy, too.