Napping Silly, Part 2

As a follow-on to Tuesday's blog post, where I was busted sleeping under the bookshelf, Mom captured these photos from yesterday's nap.  As you can see, after reading a few books I fell asleep in the corner.

 

Zooming in a little closer, you can see that I needed somewhere dark to sleep... under the nightstand.

 

From a more vertical view, you see I left a trail of destruction (or at least books) on my way to my final resting spot.  Additionally, you can see that I like to sleep with my legs positioned like I am running.  Also, you will notice that the bed is perfectly made - meaning that I never even laid down in the bed (just on the floor).

 

Well, there you have it.  On three separate occasions Mom has caught me sleeping on the floor of my room amidst a messy spread of rest-time activities/books.  Maybe now Mom will stop sneaking in my room while I nap and instead focus her efforts on the acquisition of new toy cars.

 

Until tomorrow's crazy nap.

Phin

I'm a Big Guy, I Don't Need a Nap

I love being a Big Guy.  One of the perks about getting bigger is that while I run around more, I need less sleep.  As a result, I do not always need to nap.  Even though I do not need a nap, Mom likes me to have "rest" time - time to myself in my room with my books, stuffed animals, and some developmental toys/puzzles.  I love my rest time.  Frequently my stuffed animals, blankets, and cars have a party - we make a mess, we sing, we read books, and just act silly. 

Occasionally, these parties wear me out and I need a nap.  The shot below is the scene from Saturday.  After spending all day with Grandma and Grandpa, I needed a little party to wind down.  As you can see from the photo, I wound down on the floor under the bookcase.

 

This second photo is from back in March, when I fell asleep after taking everything (blocks, cards, etch-a-sketch...) out of my activity box and then reading about 20 books.  As you can tell, there is a theme between the two photos, I like to fall asleep on my lambs-wool rug (named Luddy) with my blankets.

 

 

Hope you have a great rest time today.

Peace Out,
Phin

Self Portrait

I know you see a lot of photos of me on this site.   But at school I drew a photo of me, mom said it was something called a self-portrait (you may remember that blog post).  Well,  I finally got to bring my self-portrait home and here it is.

Dad made a not nice joke that my self-potrait has something that looked like a mustache, because I was mirroring the pencil marks I drew on my face that day.   But truthfully,  I was just bored while drawing, started thinking about cars,  and lost track of my hand motions. What can I say,  I like cars. 

Peace Out,
Phin

Car Wash

I love car washes.  I love watching a car pull into the tunnel, get soaped, get noodled, get washed, and get dried.  Maybe it is watching a car get really dirty then clean then dirty again that I love.   Or maybe it is just because I love cars.  There is just something fun about it.  Either way, I love to play car wash at home with my cars (Mom even has a car wash game on her tablet that I love). 
 
On Monday, it was nice and warm outside and our car SUV was covered with pollen, so I told Mom we should play car wash with our car.  She said "sure, but let's put on your swimsuits first."
 
So, we put on our suits, brought out our short hose, borrowed Ed's (our neighbor) long hose, and we washed our car.  I have included a few select pictures below.  We had so much fun washing our SUV that we even washed Ed's car afterwards.  My only problem washing the cars is that I am too short to clean the roof.

Afterwards, Dad said I should open up a detailing shop; but, I'm not sure what details I need to work on. 
 

Soaping up our SUV

Amelia supervising the situation

 

Amelia looking for more bubbles... she loved the soap bubbles

 

Hosing off the SUV

 

Washing the cars was a lot of fun.  I hope to do it again soon.

Peace Out,

Phin

Inflection Point

Not sure what the word inflection means,  but dad says it is appropriate.  Tomorrow,  Monday May 26th is an important day in my life...exactly 22 months and 3 days ago Amelia was born.   But,  exactly 44 months and 6 days ago I was born.   That means tomorrow I will have spent half of my life with Amelia.   And on Tuesday I will have spent more of my life with her than without her.  Oh Ameemoo.  Love you.   Here's a recent photo of us doing a hike around the neighborhood (prepping to go camping next week).

Peace Out,
Phin