Sorry for the silence this week, Gravyheads.  My plate is full, my cup runneth over, and all those other idioms to describe an overwhelming sense of too much to do applies here.  The movers arrived on Friday, so I spent most of my week preparing for them (while also studying for the bar exam and hugging the Gravy Baby).

In between it all, the Gravy Baby turned another month older.  Before the movers swept up my printer in the packing madness, I made my usual little sign for him to accompany his monthly photos.  We were all set to shoot until the hubby pointed out that I’d forgotton to change the 8.