Survival of the fittest

We've made it through the first week of summer vacation, but the Triops have been less fortunate. I think we are down to two, but it may be three, the water is too murky to tell for certain. Each morning Mason asks "Has another Triops passed by?"
I am working on a way to force the boys to nap...they are in a vicious no-nap cycle that ends in meltdown and begins with 5:45 a.m. mornings. Short of drugs, I'm not sure how to solve the problem. Ash would sleep if I had 45 minutes to devote to rubbing his belly like they did at school (spoiled child!). Blake just needs a walk around the block, but the older boys are not always willing to accompany me, so he has to be content with nursing-induced power naps that range from 5-15 minutes. Mason may be a lost cause in the napping arena.
The boys did make it to the library, the pool and the park this week, even though it felt like we were home around the clock. They played in their new wiggly-worm sprinkler yesterday, enjoyed a family bike ride today, and had a lot of baths. Ashton got a haircut that is cute because it emphasizes his face and his notorious expressions, but also not so cute because I did it; and, well, I'm not a hairstylist. Blake got his first big noggin-bruise, just in time for the big birthday party. He also cut another tooth, and is in a fantastic mood after both.
I am thankful that next week brings our first week of summer camp. Mason will go to golf camp from 9-12 on Tuesday,Wednesday, and Thursday, and Ash has little sprouts at the Center on Tuesday and Thursday.
I plan to nap during all of those times.