Well...

I'm doing it. I'm six weeks into graduate school, and for the most part, I'm loving it. The texts are amazing, the discussions are interesting, and the papers serve a purpose, which makes them less painful to write. The only downside is the foggy pregnancy brain, and the fact that it's keeping me firmly planted in the A- zone on almost every assignment.

This little blur is getting cuter and sweeter every day! We were having a girly dance party in this picture - and yes, she's wearing the last of her infant clothes... I am going to relish the last few weeks of warm weather and rompers before she starts wearing 2T everyday. She's getting so big!

She is still a little animal lover. Today she tried to file Blue's nails (our resident fat cat), gave her plenty of hugs and kisses, and chased her around with her Tinkerbell "fla-wight" (flashlight). She helped me holler at the barking dogs, and fed them treats. She also brought me her Ikea farm animals one by one, and I helped her learn to say "bull," "baby bull," "swan," and "snail," in addition to talking about the animals she already knew by name.

I have a feeling that if Seth is able to get hired on as a police officer in Washington, our future will resemble some sort of modern homesteading, complete with chickens, sheep, and a cow for Harlow, a garden for Seth, and a beautiful setting for me to spend the days with our girls (and of course a fabulous outdoor laundry drying system).