Sunday Naps do not exist at my house. Well, let me clarify that statement. They do not exist for me. If Brady happens to wander into the bedroom, position all six pillows to his liking, spread out on the bed and close his eyes...BOOM...He's out like a light. I always envy the steady breathing and slight snore I can hear coming from the bedroom.
But on the occasional Sunday when I decide it might be nice to catch a few Zzz's after church I barely close my eyes before...
"Hey, Mom. What are you doing?"
This afternoon, it was Lexa who found me first.
How is a mom supposed to sleep with all of that (adorable) chatter? Of course, there's also plenty of giggling whenever Lexa's around.
And it didn't take long before my green-eyed boy also jumped up onto the bed.
And from that point on, NO NAP FOR ME.
That's OK. I had more fun with these two anyway!
xoMJ
2 comments:
So cute!!
hey this is so cute! I know I never get to take naps too. But sunday wes and I both crashed for a 1 or 2. I love the pictures of your guys eyes. Hope all is well.
I will bring my sewing machine up when I come to your house that way we can sew a few things. I can't wait for christmas break. love ya take care
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