It's a Good Day for Sleeping, It Must Be in the Air

J's birthday started off early. When I got back from a 5 mile run at 6:30 in the morning, the monkeys were all jumping around J, who was prostrate on the living room floor, desperately trying to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep. We roused him and presented him with his gift -- 40 feet of 6 mm accessory cord, perfect for making Prussic slings and a gift certificate to a store where he could buy even more things made of metal and nylon that could potentially save his life when he goes wandering around on mountains.

O woke up in the morning with a cough. By noon it had progressed to a full-blown cold. After lunch we read a few books, but I was falling asleep between turning the pages. When we had read two books, O settled down with his blanket for a nap, poor boy. Somehow, my eyes closed and I too drifted off. I was aware enough to know that H went downstairs to play with trains. I woke with a start a little while later, thinking it was just too quiet. O was still on the other end of the couch and H, well, I couldn't find him! I finally located him my second lap of the house fast asleep on the floor by the trampoline.

I love nap days.