Tomorrow I turn 35. 35. It is incredibly hard for me to fathom. 35 feels very old. I remember when my mom turned 35. I couldn't believe how old she was. Clearly, I had no idea. I am content to have my birthdays come and go with little fanfare at this point in my life, but birthdays are big deals to three year olds so we have to do a bit of celebrating.
Christian has a volleyball game tomorrow night so we decided to bump my birthday dinner up a night. I picked Crepe Nanou. I ate moules y frites. I think I read somewhere that you aren't supposed to eat mussels when you are pregnant. I am also pretty sure I ate some cheese that was not pasteurized. I do have limits though, my cocktail was a club soda. I hope that a little indulgence when pregnant is okay now and then, particularly on birthdays. For desert, Crepe Lucie, and it was as perfect and satisfying as ever.
Here is La Luz with Christian, playing with Mr. Big a/k/a Little Man:
and us, outside of Crepe Nanou. It was the perfect night for sidewalk dining:
and me, 6 months pregnant, almost 35, after a large dinner (please excuse the outfit, I had to change into something more comfortable and less fashionable after our walk home):