When my husband gets the children for the day, he plays. A lot. He wears them down so much and they have so much fun playing with him that they refuse to nap for him, because he’s so exciting. (And I have to say, I don’t blame them. Been there. Done that.)
An interesting phenomenon seems to happen when my husband has the children for the day though. I come home to some pretty adorable photos… of my children, after they have fallen asleep dead in their wonderful, playful tracks.
I like to make my kids incredibly snuggly sleeping areas. I pull out the pillows. I tuck them in with their favorite stuffed animals. I put on a relaxing movie or soft music. I dim the lights. Apparently though, all of this is not necessary, because my children can sleep anywhere.
My children can sleep in entertainment center compartments:
My children can sleep half off of an unmade bed with a cat next to them:
And unfortunately for the household animals, my children can sleep on top of cats:
My children can sleep leaning up against a leather love seat’s foot rest:
My children can sleep on the floor:
My children can sleep while climbing onto a bed and wedged against a chair that has been pushed against it, while pouring a bottle out onto the unmade bed:
My children can sleep on top of my other children:
My children can also sleep beside my other children on a love seat:
My children can sleep at the pharmacy… in a cart… against boxes:
My children can sleep wedged between a pack and play and a sofa on the ground, breathing each other’s carbon dioxide:
My children can sleep balancing on two desks:
My children can sleep while rummaging through my sock drawer in my closet:
My children can sleep sitting up in a swing, while playing with a doll:
Did I mention the floor yet?
My children can fall asleep WHILE jumping on a bed:
Or while playing with bean bags:
My children can even sleep leaning against an activity center:
I wonder where they get it?