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I think the world is overdue for a few Millsy updates:
1. 32 weeks and counting! That would be eight months for all you non-mathies out there. I've gained ten pounds in the past seven weeks. I'm totally not laying off the double stuffs. My props to the anorexic pregos that exist in this world. I don't look like you. But I'll be HAWT in two years time anyway.
People will be all, OMGAH Aiden, is that your mom???!!! DUDE she is HOT!!! and I'll be all, WHO? ME? WHY YES, I AM A MOTHER OF THREE, and I DO DRIVE A MINIVAN! But I'm hawt and I LOVE MY LIFE too, so that totally makes up for it! Thanks for recognizing. and Aiden will be all, DUDE, SHUT IT. That's totally my mom. (In between gags.) And Jamin will be all, YEAHHHHHH!!!! SCORE in the WIFERY department!!!! sneaking high fives every time I walk past him. Riiiigggghhhhhtttt. High expectations much?
I hate it when people whine constantly on their blogs. I'm so THAT person today. Here it is. I'm kinda large and in charge. I know it. And those double stuffs are called coping mechanisms. I walk through the grocery store, babes in arms, and wonder if I'll make it to the check out without collapsing. I've been on drugs to stop contractions, which in turn, make me feel oh so worse. (read: pseudo bed rest=I'm getting a maid) Coming off the Zoloft has been beyond words in the difficulty department. BUT I know I'm in good company. {Can I get a whoop whoop?}There. Done. Over it. Just had to have my "turn." People have babies every day. They've had them for centuries. I'm just wincing my way through this one, hoping to laugh at myself in the meantime...and I have a lot to be thankful for.
2. Aiden hopped out of the shower this week and immediately turned his back to me, shaking his booty. Me: "WOOHOO! shake that booty! That is one good lookin' booty! Mommy would trade her booty for yours any day!"
Aiden: "Mommy." (very matter of factly) "your booty is special, too."
Thanks, Aiden, for the boost of confidence in the booty department.
3. Emerson has burst into character this spring, completely delighting us with her awesome little personality. Jamin and I are kind of glad we opted NOT to throw her through the window the first IMPOSSIBLE year of her life. She has this little miley cirus scratchy voice going on, and it makes my day to hear her laugh. Many of you may remember Aiden's Damien face. This is Emerson's Chucky laugh. Together, they make the perfect evil dynamic duo. Be very afraid if you wake in the middle of the night and they're both standing over you.
Just sayin.
She's morphed into this hilarious little stirrer of pots. Almost as if she's had enough abuse from Aiden in the first 16 months of her life, and its her turn. Aiden will be building something and we hear the laugh, just before the attack. Something will be dismantled, and Emerson will run towards us with her evil little laugh, coveted item in tow, big brother following behind... squealing unhappily. Yes. he squeals.
4. Emmy has a shoe fetish. This chick is totally into them. I guess she gets those honestly in her genes, but seriously, the girl prefers to try on different pairs all day long. She brings me a pair every half hour to help her modeling around the house. Even if they aren't hers. And then screams at me if I refuse to assist in said modeling venture. Little prima donna honestly thinks I'm her assistant. I guess she's not that far off from the truth.
That's my girl! I think she has around five pair now? She needs enough to match each bow...
5. Aiden is done with his first year of preschool. {sniff} His end of the year party was today, and we all had a blast. The kids were allowed to bring a ride-on toy. Think little cannon balls. Like a giant bike-a-thon where you ran the risk of being bowled over by the nearest three year old headed toward you full throttle.The preschool also rented out a giant blow up moon jump thing, and the kids loved it. The last photo is of Aiden with his two wonderful teachers. We sure will miss them-they were a bigger blessing than they realize this year!
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Love the pics! Aiden looks like he loves his teachers! I know mine do! I am going to miss my kids' one-day-a-week preschool this summer! I was already picturing long days at the (imaginary) pool by myself - when I realized - there IS no school this summer! Ahhhh! What am I going to do? I am NOT taking them to Wal-mart EVER AGAIN! Only to have them come home with some sort of morph between the pig & bird flu! (Called the "When pigs fly flu" ha ha ha) And yes, if you see me in the parking lot I AM spraying Lysol directly on their hands. So. If your kids had ever had Rotavirus (and we've had it twice) - you would too! {wink} For real - I've only done that once. They didn't die.
Nice update! I like your descriptions of your kiddos. :)And I meant to give you an "amen" on the last post re: Wal-Mart.
Your booty is special!! That cracked me up. I don't think your face is fat. I think you look great, and I'm not just saying that to try to make you feel better. {But did it work? No?} I have noticed Emerson's personality change too. She is very smiley, and she looks like you when she smiles. Cuteness.
Ashley, you look so good! Love the pictures of your kids! I love reading the stories about Aiden. I'm sure that he keeps you all laughing all the time.
You are beyond adorable, fat face, special booty and all....(although I feel the need to declare that your face does NOT look fat, you are just the cutest little preggo around!)
You are officially my super skinny, super pretty friend who talks about how fat they are, which in turn makes me consider anorexia. Then, I remember that I like food too much to really have an eating disorder, so I will just turn a deaf ear to your cries on fatness. You look great. I just had a flash back from college when you, me, and Lindy were talking about our legs getting fat and having cellulite (sp?) and you started to join the conversation and we were like, "Shut up, Ashley, you've got great legs." And you were like, "No I don't! See!" And you tried to pinch, really hard on your thigh to make some sort of cottage cheese appear and when it never did we just rolled our eyes at you and said shut-up again. You were a nut then, and you are one now!! But, I still love you.
As I was laying in bed contemplating pregnancy and all of its humiliations my thoughts turned to you. It suddenly occurred to me that you said that you were on meds to stop contractions.....ahhhh! Are we talking possible pre-term labor here or just Braxton Hicks gone array? What meds are you on? Not Magnesium, I hope?
Hey girl- Thanks for asking, but this is what I do. I have drama in my pregnancies. I take brethine or however you spell it, and it just makes you feel crappy. My doctor informed me, that I apparently have a cervix of steel, because I have done this with every pregnancy, and then had to be induced in the end. WOOHOO!!!
It just makes me feel crappy and its a wonderful little reminder not to take things for granted because this is no. 3 and I do need to take it "very easy" as the doc keeps telling me and my mother oh so lovingly reminds me. fun fun!!! I always have scares and then drama when I think I'm in labor, etc. I'm pretty much completely confused, and need an epidural starting now, along with a preadmittance to the hospital since I am on no. 3 and still baffled as to what labor is. (My contractions even in delivery were never regular.) Good story. whatev. I'm just using my exhaustion as an excuse to get a housekeeper...;)
Ok...
Your killing me with the fat comments. You look great! Nough Said!
As a mother, of one, two, or ten, we all deserve housekeepers! Its too hard to keep a clean house and provide all those loving and fun experiences we want our children to remember when we are gone.
I didn't know you had problems with preterm labor! I totally need to come and help you. What can I do? Clean your potty's? :)
Haha. yes Abbie. Yes. please come scrub the poo off my potties. gross! lets play this week...
Holly-meant to say this earlier. you made me laugh out loud. you are such a dork-I think you made that story up. Remember when we all joined the gym and were hard core about it for like a month? good story. gooooood story. need to play with you guys, soon, too! Im dead serious. this time.
You couldn't look fat if you wanted to. I can't believe you're 32 weeks along. You're on the home stretch now!
I am glad to know that this isn't a really, really serious concern. Drama during pregnancy is no fun at all. I am hoping that this pregnancy will be more like Isaac's (37 weeks) than like Aiden's (28 weeks.) Anyhoo, I will be praying for you! Enjoy your maid. :)
Praying for you too, Kate! And we'll see about that maid...haha
Okay, your glimpse into the two-year future made me laugh out loud, but seriously, chic... I have neither the time nor the money to provide the therapy you need. Whining is fine (especially in the 8th month!), but when you keep posting these pics of your skinny little legs and enviable booty and then go on about how large you are, it's just downright confusing. Maybe we can apply what we've learned from all of those church marriage classes (and you know we've all had them) and instead of saying, "I am large," you can say, "I feel large." A valid point. Sucks, and I'm sorry. But I can tip you on the scale and I'm not even preggo, so WATCH IT! I will make a tape of me telling you how beautiful and HAWT you are and you can play it continuously. Hope it helps.
Hannah-you are too funny. Don't make me take some nudy pics of myself and send them to you! THEN you would be traumatized...
I'm a teenager and not over wieght but I can't seem to get rid of the cellulite on the back of my legs?
Are there any specific workouts that target that area. I need to know how to get rid of cellulite on thighs explained here.
thanks
Your blog is my favorite blog!