Silvan at 11 weeks

We all packed up and headed out to the Baum family farmhouse in rural Illinois for the weekend of Silvan's 11th week. It was storming horribly, and part of a tree fell on the house, but we got to do all the things we like to do there; we had a cheeseburger at Britey's diner, and saw a movie at the theater where my grandpa was the projectionist back in the day. We found some good antiques in a new little shop. Silvan was interested in the farmhouse, and looked long and hard at the trees and horizon. He cried a lot in his carseat-- on the way home, we stopped at a grotto to the virgin and I fed him, sitting in a cave made of geodes, while Bruce stood watching over us.