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!

In the meantime:

Yes, Please.

Puttered out.

Popscicles!