As my previous title/topic gave prelude to, (never discuss...) I just couldn't resist. As it turned out, I was the one getting all into a tizzy in the end. I just don't think this blog is a place for vivid descriptions of horrid things, apart from dirty diaper descriptions, of course. Touche and happy voting. (???)
We have been super busy around here, so... here are the Mills fam updates in pics! Yes, It's time for another installation of busy busy at the Mill's Hizzy! Part 5554.
So we have this little rabbit who's been living in our front yard for around six months now. I think we might've seen him as a wee babe this time last year, and now he's all growed up and livin on his own! Anyway, I snapped a quick pic of Peter yesterday, (He didn't have a name til now. I'm clever like that) and then cropped it, cause the slightest movement and he's all, "see ya, suckas." The little freak won't even eat the food we feed him by throwing it in the front bushes of our yard. I mean, Aiden gave Peter his peanut butter and jelly sandwich but he totally snubbed it. Whatever, Peter.
Yesterday, when I was getting Aiden ready for school, he suddenly exclaimed, "Spank my butt! Spank my butt!"
Words like, "Doth thine ears deceive me? Excuse me? WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" then proceeded in muddled sentences dutifully from my mouth. I don't say butt. I say booty. The word butt is just so ugly coming from his miniature pie hole (in my humble opinion.) So, I told him not to say it again, after explaining that the word "butt" isn't nice, is dirty, Etc. Etc.. All the while Jamin stood nearby, clearly bemused as I was, on how Aiden could have happened upon such a word. I personally blame Disney movies and preschool.
Aiden then looked at me again, standing ever so stoically while he mapped out his next move, after a very pregnant pause, and uttered the word "Butt" again. Before grabbing his own to protect it as Jamin went in for "the kill."
We went to the AU game this weekend. We got free tickets. We were a bit high, and I was wearing an orange dress...and it got more than a bit blustery...and well, you get the picture. It's just too bad we had to lose after I suffered through such travesties!
Jamin's birthday was Monday. He is 33! I took him out to dinner. I am such his supa suga mama. (my parents are the best for keeping our children so often) Aiden and Emerson made this sign for Jamin. Emerson totally did the lettering, and Aiden did all those pretty scribbles. Poor kid can't keep up with her, but no worries in the talent department. He's got one mean overhand throw.
Emerson's first big girl (nutrigrain bar) snack complimented with a big girl juice cup! It took us a while to get her to the HC, as every time we tried, Aiden wanted to sit there (suddenly) so she was bumbo confined when we realized she does these freakishly strong exorcist style lunges backwards until she is freed.
So, highchair it is. The floor suffers immensely from our latest transition, due to frequent cup spillages, but the quiet, hands-free time gained from it all is worth the extra mopping time later.
We carved our first Mill's family pumpkin today. And by we, I mean Jamin did the dirty work and then I broke out the steak knives and felt like a total psycho while I attempted to cut out the ridiculous curvy face I designed.
Growing up, my family always had a "bad jack" as aptly named by my father. I remember helping him "gut out" the pumpkin and then running along and playing while my dad dutifully worked away until he had that year's perfect creation. Because we weren't much help, we would have the "big reveal" when he was finished. He would play spooky music and we would all come into the kitchen and take a look at that year's Bad Jack. My dad would yell "bad jack is back!!!" and we would all run around screaming. I have never carved a pumpkin before, but thought this should be something we start...
Aiden wasn't too sure about the insides of bad jack. I then called them guts and threw them at him anyway. I don't know why he ran away screaming. 
We were so proud of our outcome! Jack had to have a few surgical pins inserted into his eyeballs in a split second life saving plastic surgery decision, but I think he's really glad he went through with the frightening procedure. Better quality of life, you know. Mcsteamy would be proud.
Uh, and yes, Emerson's outfit is on backwards. I did not dress her.
SPOOOOOOOOOKY!!!!!
His teeth look like something from "Deliverance."
Update: The shaving kit strikes again! He is concentrating so hard! At least he got the parts right this time!
Hope you all are having a fabo week!