Some of the Cutest Things EVER and Also: The Terrifying

Want to know how to make a six-year-old boy extremely happy?

You’re looking at it.

I mean, it's a lunch box with a cape. How cute is that? I dropped him off at school today and peeked through the window as he held up his new prized possession to a group of six year olds who seemed to be ooohing and aaaahing appropriately.

This is also cute.

I mean, seriously. I have, admittedly always been a sucker for a little sailor suit.

Aaaaaand the not so cute.

More like terrifying. This is 22 weeks and some change. That means I have roughly four months to go.
And keep in mind, black is slimming. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I look (and feel) about seven months pregnant. Serious gymnastics began this week. I felt my first kick/jolt. Erin felt it too which was fun. And for the record, that is not a gray hair streak, that's my dirty bathroom mirror (although I assure you there are plenty of gray hairs).

Oh, this is also cute. Leo is in love with the belly. He comes over to me/it several times a day to “say hi” to the babies. He makes sure to say hi twice and kiss both of them. Ellie very thoughtfully points out “this is one baby and this is another" because I explained to her about there being a "Baby A" and "Baby B."

I am feeling so much better than I was but still feel pretty green in the evenings. Dinner often consists of popcorn and cranberry juice (health nut, that’s me) simply because nothing else sounds good. I keep waiting for crazy pregnancy cravings to kick in (i.e. You know what sounds good honey? Pizza wrapped in a cheeseburger, deep fried, with a side of Pad Thai. Yeah!). So far, none of that. I actually wish I was hungrier. Not that weight gain has ever been a particular problem of mine. Ahem.