Happy Halloween Mouseketeers!

FYI, Pictures where everyone is looking at the camera AT. THE. SAME. TIME.

are about as rare around here as 3 children quietly napping all together.

You'll have to take what we can get...

The tiniest mousekeeters just could NOT figure out what was on their sister's head...so perplexing, really.

"Oh, is that still you?"

Happy Halloween!!

Love Mickey, Minnie, & the other Minnie

Pumpkin Fun

Connor loves getting packages in the mail. In fact he loves it when ANYONE in our house gets a new package. Super fun! Recently we got a package from my friend with a gift for the babes & a surprise for Connor...a spider pumpkin kit. Super duper fun! But that was only the beginning of the pumpkin decorating/carving fun this year... Team Cunningham was back and better than ever sporting their "Halloween" orange for the big day.

It took a little coaxing to get CRC Jr. to dig into the pumpkin. Apparently he is not a huge fan of getting his hands slimy with pumpkin goo, but at last he tried it with his shovel.

We've got ears, say "Cheers!"

Stay tuned for pictures of the kids in their Halloween costumes...

The Boat is Back!

That's right folks, the boat is back in commission...with a tiny alteration. A brand new trailer! Complete with all the trimmings of the original model. Now the nice thing about the new addition is that everyone can be happy at the same time. No one gets left out. No one has to share space. Everyone gets their own unobstructed view.

The drawback, of course, is this newer model is getting quite heavy to pull. In fact, as much as Connor would like to be the driver it is just too much work for a little person. One full sized person is required to do the actual pulling. *sigh* Connor has to be the caboose, which is not nearly as much fun...really for everyone involved.

Check Us Out!

Yo Blog-o-sphere,

Check Us Out! We're big girls now. We pretty much roll all over the house and collect things to put in our mouths. In fact, we lost our privileges to hang on the floor unsupervised, because we just get into too much trouble. Our parents keep talking about getting some sort of corral for us, but we will strike if they do.

Sometimes we chill on our tummies long enough to make them think that we just might start crawling ANY. MINUTE. NOW. Connor might be the only family member excited when we do.

Here's a quiz for participation points: Which one of us is wearing Yellow?

Cheers!

KaAsh*

*Our latest "celebrity" nickname.

Reading

Connor currently has a few books that he can "read" (and by read I mean name all the pictures or read from memory). The best news of all to Connor...is that the girls are finally interested in listening. Well, by "listening" I really mean more like grabbing & sometimes mouthing the books. However, I have convinced Connor that they REALLY like to hear him read the books ALL. BY. HIMSELF. WITHOUT. ME.

P.S. I am going to invent a "Toy Vacuum" which picks up toys around the house, so my house doesn't perpetually look like this anymore. It will be a "hands-free" automatic type like the Roomba, that can be set to clean up when we are gone or napping.

Our Mistake

A few weeks ago Connor had an unfortunate vomiting episode. We really didn't know if he was sick or what, so we pulled out all the stops. We made him a little "couch bed" with his favorite blankie & pillow, gave him a "bucket" in case it happened again, and then put in a movie so he could rest up. As it turns out he wasn't really sick at all. No fever. No other symptoms. Completely fine about 30 minutes later. However, he apparently loved this treatment. Now, about once each day since then he casually tells me that he "might spit up again" (which is what he calls it). The other day the conversation went like this:

Connor: Mama, I fink I might need to spit up.
Me: Ok, then walk to the bathroom & use the toilet (because I know it is fake, so my reaction is super casual).
Connor: No, I don't fink so. I fink I need that bucket.
Me: Nah. You can just sit by the toilet if you think you need to throw up.
Connor: Well, actually I fink I need you to make be a bed right here (points to the couch), with that bucket. Then I will watch a movie. I fink it will be Monsters (as in Monsters Inc.).
Me: Umm, I don't think so, Connor. If you are really sick then you can sit by the toilet or lay in your bed by yourself to rest.
Connor: Umm, I don't fink I am very sick then.

Glad we got that all straightened out.