Alrighty, folks, 3 weeks or any day until baby time.
Did that just strike a bit of fear into your hearts? Me too.
Every night I think I'm going into labor so I start cooking something (because that's logical). I want Daphne to have food while we're in the hospital. (Oh, it is logical!)
Speaking of food, I started watching Food, Inc last night. It's so great. I needed to go to bed so I didn't get very far, plus I want David to watch it with me.
I tell ya, it makes me happy to know that this is where I get my milk (and butter, yogurt, etc):
And this is where I get my eggs:
And David's favorite, this is where we get our bacon:
(photo courtesy of my mother.)
(Is it just me, or do Daphne and that baby pig kind of look alike?)