Trip to the coast

Hey everyone,

Yes, we are still here... It has been a busy couple of weeks, and thrown into the mix was a last minute trip to Newport, Oregon. A friend of husband's family passed away, so that was the main reason for going, but we thought we might as well make a mini-vacation too! So, husband's folks graciously hosted us while we were there, and husband's grandma also let us stay a night at her home in Eugene - so we had tons of fun! Since I volunteered to host Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow (I'm still scratching my head on this one!) I had better get going - so enjoy some pics I took over the weekend! Happy Thanksgiving!
Getting ready to cut down our Christmas tree!
The Tindall's girls and our little guys hanging out!
Christmas tree hunting gang!
Three Kinney Boys
Grandparents strolling on the beach
Our Family

Hair Train

Ok, so growing up, you would quite often find me, my cousins Mandy and Carrie, my mom and aunt Linda in what we liked to call a "hair train". Any girl who's been to a sleepover when they were young knows what I'm talking about! But for those of you unassuming readers, I will indulge you by explaining the "hair train" concept.

It's really very simple, and VERY GIRLY!

You sit with one person in front of the other, kind of like a train would look. Then comes the brushes, and most important the accessories! The more accessories the better! The most coveted spot in the "hair train" would be the very front, because you get to totally relax and let the person behind you play with your hair and just pamper you. I don't know about you, but I LOVE it when I get my hair done! There's something about letting someone else do the work that makes it so relaxing!

Ok, so here's my little secret that I'm going to share with you, but don't tell my husband (or our boys for that matter-until they're about 18, then you can tell them!). I witnessed my very first GUY "hair train" the other day in our bathroom. I walked in unexpectedly to the three adorable guys in my life combing away! At first I was a little jealous that I wasn't asked to join, since I would be offering SO MUCH expertise in this area, but my job was obviously to capture the event so that all would be able to witness its first time EVER being caught on camera! I'm surprised the picture even turned out, to be honest, because I was laughing so hard it was shaking the camera! I think what got me was how serious Big Boy was about stylin' daddy's hair :D

On another monumentous note: Our little Peanut went potty in the toilet TWICE tonight!! This is our first attempt at potty-training him, and we're still in the middle of potty-training Big Boy, but how nice would that be? Two at once? I can't tell you what a relief that would be to not have to buy diapers anymore!

That's all for now! Chow!

Apparently when guys do the "hair train" they feel the need to do so with their shirts off...We were much more modest!

Trick or Treating Kinney Style

Last night our boys embarked on an adventuresome journey to find treats from our neighbors. At first they weren't really sure what to do - Big Boy wanted to go inside of the houses for a nice chat and maybe a cup of hot chocolate, that was until we told him that wasn't quite how it goes... From there it was the polite one piece grab of candy.

Then one of our neighbors made the mistake of asking the boys if they'd like 2 pieces...It just snowballed from there into who could grab the most - and they got away with shameless amounts of candy, all because of their definite cuteness and young age. It was the perfect night for strolling the neighborhood, too, at around 60 degrees.

Now we have the privilege of teaching the boys why we don't eat all of the candy in one sitting. When asked this morning what Big Boy was going to make for breakfast (jokingly of course - we don't demand that until he's 5) he thought about it for like 2 seconds and then with a HUGE cheesy smile yelled "I make candies!"

We've got some work to do on that kid!

Brothers
Just lovin' on eachother! Of course they're always this way...
Running down the sidewalk for the first house of the night
Big Boy would always have to check to make sure someone was "comin'" and then ring the doorbell at least 5 times
This is Peanut's nose - the night of our Redneck BBQ he took a tumble off of the couch and into the coffee table. Apparently he landed dead on his poor little nose. I'm not sure if he cracked it a bit, or just bruised it up really bad, but each day we get a fabulous new color to look at!