Week 25 tummy

Although he's not a rutabaga, which is what I believe the size is this week, Maude thought we should have Benj in the picture for scale.

We both love how unsuspecting he looks, while the stealth tummy approaches in the background.

It is still pretty astounding to me that the little dude in my uterus is going to turn into a big, actual, human boy who sits in a high chair picking at his pasta, more fascinated by the world around him.

"Yites!"

This is his word for lights. I've discovered that conversation with a two year old consists of a lot of color and object identification.

So I arrived without issue. The weather so far has been spectacular. Queen's Day was one big street party after another but not chaotic insanity, at least not in the places we wandered.

Mostly, it's been a lot of very low key hanging out with dear friends.

Kind of perfect, actually.