But Friday I got lucky. Cole took a two hour nap. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I sort of puttered around the house after about 45 minutes thinking any second he'd wake up. So I never started anything. I should have done a mad dash through the house dusting, mopping, and folding laundry. When Cole did finally wake up, he was happy as a clam. Smiling, laughing, playing, and just a happy baby.




And this my friends, is why naps are a good thing when they finally do come around this place. Too bad they don't come around here more often.