Nap time has become a collective event at our house. The little man grabs his blankie and goes down without a peep in his crib. I crawl into my cozy bed with a big bottle of water, a handful of Tums, and my trusty Mac BFF. The cats come creeping in shortly after to join me. I like to think they snuggle up because they love, adore, and appreciate me for saving their sorry souls from the shelter and putting up with their many ridiculous shenanigans, but really, I think they just enjoy the 200 degree body heat radiating off of me. Users.
I'm really going to enjoy this whole-house nap thing for the next 3 weeks and 3 days (gulp), because something tells me Miss Bumblebee might shake up the routine.