Except that post-nap crabby period. What in the world is it that makes that stretch from 2:30-5pm so unbearably long? Today, it was intensified by the fact that Sam is out-growing naps and I spent from 1:15-2:30p trying to coax him into sleeping.
Plus, we all have summer colds. Ick. There is nothing worse than a stuffy nose and being too hot...multiplied by three. I felt despair and panic...
...and then remembered my secret weapon: a new sprinkler toy.
I turned on the water full blast and we were all equally amazed and terrified at the crazy blasts of water shooting in all directions. Sam began giggling gleefully and then screamed, "Turn it off, Mom! Turn it OFF!"
Once the water was turned down, though, it was an amazing toy. We spent over an hour filling cups, jumping over the jets, washing bikes, and (unfortunately) drinking irrigation water. That dreaded post-nap period flew by.
Sam washing his bike; he's an industrious kid.
Andie, giving me the stink-eye, after I told her to stop drinking irrigation water...and then drinking it anyway.
The cogs, napping...as usual.
I sat in the shade and watched the fun (and blew my nose frequently). It was so chill. If only I had a pina colada...