Mamoune and Mia in their 80's punk get-ups.
And here's Tim is his ever so creative costume of himself. Party-pooper.
Yet, despite his lack of participation in our fall festivities, the boy built me an amazing potting bench out of a door and an old beam we dragged off the side of the road. Oh yes, skill and resourcefulness! It makes me proud.
And lastly for this long overdue post -a moment compliments of Bella. She's been potty-training herself for awhile now but was recently suffering from a back up in the system. While enjoying some quality time sitting in front of the toilet waiting for her "movement" this conversation ensued:
Me: Poor baby, I can hear the gas rumbling around in your tummy.
Bella: Dat's not gas. It's pwably the monkey in my tummy.
Me: uh, you have a monkey in your tummy?
Me: Okay, well what does he do in there?
Bella: Sometimes he eats my breakfast but he just had a snack so pwably he's doing nothing.
Goofy kid. But on the bright side, next time your feeling a little gassy, you can just blame it on the monkey in your tummy.