Tropical Storm Megan

Megan wasn't feeling so well earlier this week. So Tuesday, she stayed home with dad while he tried to work. During the course of one 30 minute conference call the following took place.

BeforeAfter (I'm not sure how she moved the chair.)

Also, notice the number of shoes strewn about? Have we mentioned Megan's facination with shoes? Every one of the shoes above, and some not pictured, were on her foot at one point.

Too cute not to post

Typical bath at the Cunningham's. William sloshing from one side to the other and Megan laughing her little ears off.

What's long and green and yummy in a kitty's tummy?

Is a purse obsession an innate trait?

I cannot keep Megan out of my purse. Every time I turn around, she's pulling it off the counter and going through it. Once it's empty, Megan struts around with it on her shoulder.

Out of frustration, I gave her one of my old purses. She takes it with her everywhere.

She's not saying much yet, but who wants to take bets that her first word will be "Coach"?

Scarowinds

"That man is coming out of his hole!" This is what William tells us while he's eyeing the creepy decorations at our closest amusement park.

Carowinds (similar to a six flags) becomes "Scarowinds" in October. In addition to the nightly haunted houses, children can spend their weekends trick-or-treating with their favorite nickelodeon characters.

We didn’t do any trick-or-treating, on account of them handing out jolly-ranchers… blech!! But we did go on some roller coasters. The hit of the day? Scooby-doo’s Haunted Mansion. This was especially fun because Megan could go with us and William gets to catch ghosts and Scooby snacks with a laser gun. “Re-e-e-elp! Raggy!!”

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Patterson's Farm

Another Cunningham October Tradition?? You've got it! This tradition started last year. We went to Patterson's Farm the first weekend in October, and it was so much fun, we decided to do it again.

We met our friends, Tiffany and Dylan, for a fun-filled October afternoon, complete with goats, a corn pit and tomater tossin'!

I can't name all the things we did, it was such a fun-filled afternoon (you'll just have to check out the pictures), but I can say it ended with a hayride. And... really, has there ever been a bad day that ended with a hayride???? I doubt it.

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"Sister for Sale...

One sister for sale. One crying and spying young sister for sale.”
-Shell Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends

We had a garage sale over the weekend, and while we unloaded lots of items we don’t use anymore, we couldn’t manage to sell this one.

It must have looked like she had a defect. :)