Yesterday afternoon after we all had a nice lunch of french toast and bacon, nap time began. Let me start by saying my 3 year old is getting to the point where naps don't always come.
In one room, my littlest one listening to quiet music and sleeping away. My hubby who would have skipped lunch to sleep, was in the family room on the couch with nothing but the birds chirping outside. My daughter was attempting to sleep with sounds of hymns and then toddler favorites. Then myself in the master bedroom with the door closed, a ceiling fan and a window fan to block out any noise. Within an hour everyone was asleep. Listening to whatever their hearts desired to help them sleep. Oh, weekends are great.
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