Mother of the Year

Because things like this happen in our house.

We have four kids.  We get busy.  On Sunday, the Webmaster and I are busy tidying up and getting ready for Friend and Doc and their crew to come over for dinner, when I say to the Webmaster, “Ummm… where’s the baby?”

Now, our house is not large, but we didn’t find him right away.  Mostly because he wasn’t raiding his siblings’ toys.

He had put himself down for a nap.

On a pile of dirty laundry on our bedroom floor.

A soft spot for a nap

Naturally, I get a picture first before moving him into his bed.

And that’s why I am the Mother of the Year.

One Response to “Mother of the Year”

  1. Ressis
    June 5th, 2014 02:32

    Love it!