The Tactical Napper

Pat called Owen a tactical napper yesterday when Owen managed to avoid getting his haircut for the second week in a row. Last week we couldn't get him to nap until 2 pm (the time of his appointment) and yesterday he refused to nap again so we finally just put him in the car and decided to try it anyway and he fell asleep on the way there. Sigh. Owen clearly has his own ideas of when he should get his first haircut. At the moment Pat is sitting with Owen trying to get him to sleep. Where did our good sleeper go?! Anyway, I'm too lazy to put up a picture of my yucky breakfast so it will have to wait until tomorrow.