As some of you may know, Henry has given us quite a hard time in regards to his sleeping. In the past, he has been completely sporadic with his naps, and let me tell you, this little man needs his sleep. When he doesn't nap, he doesn't sleep well at night, and a vicious cycle forms, where Mama and Baby are both miserable and sleep deprived. So you can imagine our delight when a few weeks ago, he decided to really start napping, and I must say, we are all much happier. Just that little break gives me the chance to recharge and it makes all the difference in the quality of our afternoon playtime. There is something so magical about nap time. Besides the chance to rest, it's also another opportunity for that special, falling asleep snuggle, as well as the refreshing opportunity for 'beginning again' upon waking. And then there's the quiet whispering it prompts, as we constantly remind each other, "he's sleeping!!" His heavy, rhythmic breathing is the pulse of the house in these hours, as Pete and I settle in to our quiet, individual activities. Until that waking moment when we are greeted with his cheerful squeals, and we both race to get him. Open the door, and there he his, a smile spread across his face, ready to start all over again. It is really, very special. And I will cherish this time always.