Katherine has kept us from sleep for the past week. As in, waking up crying every two hours or less. We have gotten pretty sunken-eyed and I started wondering whether she was deliberately trying to hijack my job applications (all due this week). But we think we may have finally established that she’s cutting her first tooth (white bump in the front of her mouth, anyone?), so we’ll cut her some slack. Poor thing. She’s perfectly happy the rest of the day, although her favorite toy is decidedly spoons–the sharp end, rather than the bowl. Not interested in teething toys, but her mother’s wedding silverware works quite nicely.