The boys wake up from a long winter's nap

Saturday marked the first time in over a month that the ground here was a) not covered in snow; b) frozen solid; 

or c) a muddy mess. The herd took full advantage of the novel conditions and settled in for a long afternoon nap.

I can't tell you the number of times I went outside to make sure that everyone was still breathing. 

I hate it when they play dead.

It was almost 3 o'clock when Alan finally began to stir.

Alan: A cup of coffee would sure taste good right about now, mom.

Alan: George, it's time to wake up. Rise and shine!

George? Are you in there? I know you can hear me.

Now get up before my nostrils explode.

George: Five more minutes – that's all I ask– then I'll get up and play. 

Maybe mom will be back with the coffee by then.

Alan: You'd better watch it. Hank's getting up, 

and you know how cranky he can be after a long nap.

George: But the sun feels so good, and the ground is finally warm. 

Why can't you all just leave me the hell alone? 

Alan: Well look who's finally hauling his lazy ass up off the ground. 
It's about time.

For those of you wondering where Lucy was during naptime, scroll back up to the sixth picture, where she's casting her shadow over George. 
Lucy would rather follow me around than sleep. She's such a good girl.