|Almost 38 weeks!|
I went to the fabric store near me today. Silas and I had a conversation that went something like this.
Me: There's an amazing independent fabric store 5 minutes from our house!
Silas: *more giggling* I was wondering how many times we were going to pass that before you noticed it.
Me: SILAS!!! How could you notice and not tell me!?!
Silas: *More giggling*
Si took me to dinner at what is quickly becoming our favorite local pub. As soon as I'm not pregnant anymore I plan to start trying all their homemade brews. Also, best sweet potato fries I've ever had. Last time we went there Gideon flipped himself off the booster seat, bit his tongue, and bled all over the place. They were terribly nice about it, so of course we had to go back. I ordered the exact same thing I ordered last time except this time I also ordered dessert.
Look at the size of this sundae! There are FIVE scoops of stout ice cream. Let the record show that Silas ate half of his and left the rest. The waiter asked him if he wanted a to-go box. For ice cream? He declined.