I have no idea how long it’s been, but I’m guessing "awhile." Things continue to steam along here, though Ingrid appears to be in the midst of a teething-fueled growth spurt, which has meant wacked nights and wonky days, lots of sleep, looooots of night-nursing, and even some inconsolability. On a lighter note (and I wonder if this is compounding it) she can CRAWL! We were home on Friday (fever) and got up, plonked her down on the rug, and she tipped forward onto her knees and crawled a few paces. She hasn’t yet figured out the power of mobility, and we can really only get her to motor if we dangle cheese (and of course, with dangled cheese comes Kitty) from across the room.

This is also the season of graduations, and as Dave observed "this is going to be what May IS for the rest of our lives, isn’t it? You off every weekend doing graduations while I’m falling further and further behind on yardwork!" And, well, yeah.  I guess so. The one Saturday was the only one I did last year, and the year before that I was still pregnant and ignorant of the miscarriage unfolding inside, and this one was with my sleepy growth-spurty new-crawler at home. Weird.

Friday is my hooding, and then two graduations on Saturday, the same two schools that I did two years ago, when I was miscarrying in a biiiiig way, laying down in the car until justbefore the conferrals… GOD that sucked. ANYWAY, this year should be better… then I have one on Ingrid’s actual birthday, but I figure she won’t know the difference, right? (And we’re not doing a party… I’ve told Dave’s family they can stop by to say Happy Birthday anytime that day, and I’ll probably make cupcakes to offer drop ins, and that’s it. But still, ONE YEAR? How is that even POSSIBLE?

So, that’swhat’s going on here… exhausted from fussy growing baby, keeping the head down until the end of commencements, work is fine (but also busy with commencement stuff) and just sort of keeping on. Yeehaw.