On our last trip to my mom's house, Rachel was exhausted but refused to nap. Because we all were in need of a mid-afternoon snooze, mom came up with a solution. She offered Rachel the opportunity to nap on the living room floor. Rachel thought this was the best idea EVER. She eventually did fall asleep- we all did- and the crisis was averted.
This afternoon, as I sat down to eat my lunch and mull over a Monsanto writers block, the phone rang. On the other end was Rachel...sobbing... "MomMom. I just need you." Oh my. Do you want me to come get you? "Yes." (more tears). (We're going through a dramatic phase and I guarantee you her little MomMom meltdown had nothing to do with Nancy, Melvin, or Ginger.)
By the time I got my shoes on and walked down to Nancy's, Rachel was, of course, totally fine, but she did want to come home. So...I made her promise that she would take a nap. I offered her a camp out in the living room and she took it. I set up my work space in the kitchen and when I went to check on her, this is what I found.
It would seem that Rachel isn't the only one who likes camping in the living room. I'm actually a little surprised that Pepper confined her nap to the bottom corner. I would have expected her to have her head on the pillow and Rachel be hanging over onto the bare hardwood floor...
Putting out trials with daddy
14 years ago
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