I used to share nap time with my youngest. Well… it was nap time for me. Or it was supposed to be. I’d lie down for a nap and he’d tumble into the bed and decide that it was play-time. He’d offer me his blankie, I’d accept, snuggle it, and then he’d steal it away. I would petulantly say "hey!" and he would giggle. Then he’d offer it again. Repeat.
It was called "The hey game."
I lay down for a power-nap about 45 minutes ago and discovered that my youngest, now almost eight years old, had left his blankie in my bed. It’s a nice, thermal item — too small to be an adult blanket, but perfect for wrapping around a bald head, turban-style. I did so.
Nobody stole it from me. On the one hand that left me longing for the days when my children were younger. On the other hand, I got a nice, warm nap with a blankie wrapped around my head.
Sometimes the good things in life are better when they’re enjoyed while savoring the memories of other good things in life.
Awww. I was thinking about The Hey Game just yesterday.
Awww. I was thinking about The Hey Game just yesterday.
I sleep with a woollen patrol cap on my head. Great insulation for the follically challenged individual.
I sleep with a woollen patrol cap on my head. Great insulation for the follically challenged individual.
When I was around 35, my father and I went to DisneyWorld together. We were meeting my brother and his family there; they’d gotten an earlier start. As we were queuing up to disembark from the ferry into the park itself, I saw a little girl, about 11, holding her father’s hand and bouncing up and down with excitement while turned to face him.
So I took my father’s hand, and I bounced up and down, sing-songing, “I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy! I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy!”
And I can’t help but think that, one way or another, you are going to play “the hey game” again one day. 🙂
When you were around 35?
When was this, next year? 😉
*giggles* I guess I need to update my icons. 🙂 (I think my current one is from a couple years back, 38 or so, though.)
When I was around 35, my father and I went to DisneyWorld together. We were meeting my brother and his family there; they’d gotten an earlier start. As we were queuing up to disembark from the ferry into the park itself, I saw a little girl, about 11, holding her father’s hand and bouncing up and down with excitement while turned to face him.
So I took my father’s hand, and I bounced up and down, sing-songing, “I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy! I’m going to DisneyWorld with my dad-dy!”
And I can’t help but think that, one way or another, you are going to play “the hey game” again one day. 🙂
When you were around 35?
When was this, next year? 😉
*giggles* I guess I need to update my icons. 🙂 (I think my current one is from a couple years back, 38 or so, though.)