So this happened last night…
Yes that would be my three-year-old passed out on his ottoman in the bedroom he trashed in the dark. So where were you, Mamma, while your sweet boy was running around his bedroom, tearing the place apart? Oh, just reading a romance novel, and by romance novel I mean the really dirty kind. Where was your husband, you might add? Watching football. Questionable Choices in Parenting–man this blog can write itself in this house!
After hours in the car to and from our multiple Thanksgiving destinations, we all needed a break from one another. Mimi decided to sleep (she was my favorite last night), but Monkey was all jazzed up from missed naps, interrupted sleep, and too many hours on the Ipad. He was strangely quiet while he stealthily disassembled his room and finally lost his battle with the Sandman. So is this a new phase we have entered? I showed him the picture this morning and asked him happened. He said “I fell out of my bed.” Seems logical…
Will my nightly check-ins of the boy become sort of a Where’s Waldo? If so, this could be a new section of the blog (until it isn’t funny and sorta annoying). So tell me, where is the strangest place you have found your kids sleeping?
Grinder sleeps under the bed if furbabies count! 😉
Lisa Bizzell says
This seriously made me laugh out loud. I love this.
Way to funny!!
That doesn’t even look comfortable!!!!!! Brady once fell asleep on his putting green. Boys! 🙂
I wish I had a video of the minutes before he just collapsed from exhaustion. Crazy kid!
Lindsay Gray says
hahaha I love him! So stinkin cute 🙂
He’s a stinker all right 🙂
One night we breezed through the kids’ room to do the Nightly Good Parent Check. The Artist? Sacked out in the bottom bunk in her room with about eleventy zillion stuffed animals. The Professor? Sprawled diagonally across her bed, passed out cold. The Ambassador? The Ambassador? UH…..have you seen him? Nope. You? Nope. Not in any of the bathrooms, not sleeping on either of the dogs (been known to happen), not in the playroom…the hell?
Fifteen FRANTIC minutes later, we found him. He was curled up in the Professor’s papasan chair, under her collection of fleece blankets and a massive stuffed rabbit.
Hilarious!!! P.S. I LOVE the names you have for each of them. We used to call Monkey professor because he thinks and over-thinks everything! Thanks for sharing 🙂
My just turned 4 year old son sneaks into our bed..or should I say mine because my husband seems to fall asleep on the couch almost every night, and so last night I slept with a foot wedged between my ribs and the night before it was an elbow to the cheek bone..and then the jugular. Apparently my son wrestles alligators in his sleep. Don’t we wish we could sleep like that!? Anywhere..everywhere and soundly..