After attending a 2-year-old birthday party at the bowling alley yesterday, Nora was pooped. Ok well, she napped almost the whole time we were there, but she was a little fussy that morning, and who couldn’t use a nap on a snowy Sunday afternoon-me included. I laid down with her on the couch, while Cory watched football (I can rarely sleep with the tv on, but I dozed for a bit). Before I had fallen asleep, I heard Cory trying to be quiet: slowly cracking and eating peanuts, slowly opening a beer, slowly putting the recliner down, slowly opening the closet, slowly putting the recliner back up, slowly grabbing a bag of chips, slowly opening them, slowly crunching the chips.
PS. Doing things slowly does not necessarily make them quiet- but he tried.