life between naps

This blog is a frozen coke on a hot day. A big bucket of butter-slathered popcorn at the movies. A pair of jeans that you found in the closet that to your surprise and happy-squealing-glee aren't painted on tight.

Its just good. And funny. Going to get me fired from my stall from bursts of laughter funny.

Jim is a stay-at-home daddy (like my bro) who isn't afraid to tell the stories that you keep from the other parent. I'll give credit where credit is due. Stay at homers have little to no smoke breaks (stop that, it will kill you), run-to-the-bathroom-without-thinking-what-could-happen-in-that-minute-and-a-half breaks, whatever breaks those of us working for the Man rather than the Baby get. I have a day off a week (two for a short period) and I'm happy to be strapped to my baby rather than my not-quite-a-Herman-Miller chair because those other days I can move about the cabin as I please. Even though while I'm moving about I'm thinking of my little fly-eating, death-defying stunt trick, innocent little babe.

So on my next potty break I might just write on the stall: Read this guy - Life Between Naps - for a good time!