it's friday, bitches.

What does that mean for you?  Hitting the bar?  Working late?  Going to dinner and a movie? 

What does that mean for me?

I'm going to bed at 8 and sleeping until Henry wakes up hopefully twelve hours after that.  People.  I'm finally sleeping and I can't stop sleeping.  Not enough hours in the day to get sleep.  All I do is sleep.  Henry figured his out and has decided he doesn't need to nap anymore.  I tried to tell him that his daddy thinks he still needs to nap but apparently he doesn't care because he doesn't nap more than he naps.  I'm sure it's something I'm doing wrong.  Maybe it's because I need to sleep all.  the.  time.  I can't do anything right!

Here's a photo of my oh-so-cute son from October 2011.  Oh that face!