Brian and I went to Alan Wong's for dinner the other night. Our last night out alone together before we are parents of two. Surprisingly at 9 months pregnant I still fit in my favorite little black dress, so I wore that. But I stuck to flats instead of heels this time so as to avoid another Jessica Simpson shoe fiasco like I had on our date when I was 9 months pregnant with Bella and ate the concrete, and slipped down the stairs (twice).
We had a $100 gift certificate and it was just enough to cover everything. The dessert was amazing. We got the apple banana bread pudding, and there were these little peanut butter chocolate filled balls of yum (I don't know how else to describe them). Total flavorgasm.After dinner we went to pick up Bella at Cynthia's house and ended up staying for a while. Everyone was drinking and playing with the "I am T-Pain" app on Brian's phone. If you missed the video on myspace of Bella singing with it, here is a taste of what that app can do:
Bella and I had a dentist appointment at 8am yesterday. The first time she went they brushed her teeth with a regular toothbrush, but this time they used the special motorized one and she flipped out. She wouldn't even let the hygienist rinse her mouth, and was even more scared of the air thing than she ever was of bugs. She kept covering her face saying "I'm scared!" I still can't believe she is old enough to tell me when something frightens her. I came here pregnant with her and we are leaving here after having her baby brother. Time has gone by so fast.

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