A Friday evening post for you. I'm sitting at home, alone with all the windows open and feeling this late-summer breeze. I woke up to fog this morning, which burned off before I woke up from a nap at 2pm. My father-in-law took Burl for the day, and I've been doing house work and getting out a few last minute orders.
Labor could be starting any day now. But this little one feels pretty content right where he is. Burl stayed in until 42 weeks, I'm now at 39 weeks, so I think I still have some time.
Last week Burl and I visited my sister in Wallingford, about 20 miles south. Here are some pictures from our little walk.