Videos for you!

We’ll start with Thing One’s Piano Recital

Don’t worry, it’s not the entire recital.  That type of joy is reserved for parents only!  This is the clip of his part.

Also…we know is hair is long.  He won’t let us cut it.  It’s a phase.  I think he’s cute.  Kind of like a surfer boy.

Next we’ll have Dr. Seuss meets the Village People…

where Thing Three gets her groove on with the Denver Bronco cheerleaders.  She’s in the striped hat.

Then there’s I wear my sunglasses at night….

our girl’s right behind that bronco, in the shorts.  The one with the moves!

One last video of the talented middle Cavanagh,  entitled I like to sing…

at the beginning of this video, you see Julie Roberts, the performer, standing back up.  She saw her singing the song and tried to get it on the microphone.  Unfortunately, the feedback was so great that she couldn’t hold the mic down there.  But that didn’t stop my girl.  Sorry about the quality –  I think we were just too close to the speakers.

That concludes this production of Cavanagh Entertainment.  Gotta go, I’ve got Disney on hold!

A

Brady Boogaloo !

Brady loves the spotlight.  Anytime there are requests for volunteers or answers from a group of people, Brady throws her hands up.  Even though, 90% of the time she has no idea what she’s volunteering for.

She can be a bit spacey that one.

Take for instance when, about a year ago during children’s mass at school, Father Nick asked some of the children what they had received for Christmas.  Brady, in her haste, never even heard the question but raised her hand.  Somehow, she ended up telling the whole school that she had gotten nothing.

How that happened I’m not sure.  But, let me tell you, nothing quite upsets a Mom as being portrayed as a non-Christmas gift-giving parent.  Believe me when I say that I cleared that up with the teachers and front office staff right away.  Some of those kids still eyeball me though.

So anyway, it was no surprise to me that when volunteers were called on during a recent trip to the Kuranda Rainforestation demonstration of Aboriginal dance, Brady raised her hand.

Resulting in this.

She gets her rhythm from me.

All she needs is a little body paint and loin cloth.

A

Testes, testes, testes

This is a test of the emergency broadcast system….

 

End of test.

Think National Lampoon...

Since we just had one of the most extraordinary experiences of our lives, I thought I would take the time out here in Cairns to let you know about our trip today. And to post this...


And this...



And these two...


And finally this one...


Aren't we cool? We swam the Great Barrier Reef! The Great Barrier Reef! Holy crap what a day!!! We saw all types of beautiful fish. They were everywhere. And a shark! And then Grace holds out her hand and has a jelly fish. It just "swam right in" she says. Of course I scream, since a lot of those suckers are deadly here (hence the all over body condoms) and she dropped him right back in the water.

Grace, by the way, was the absolute best snorkeler in the family (aside from Jason). She motor boated all around with no fear. I had a hard time keeping up with her. We had a bit of difficulty figuring the whole thing out with three kids but eventually worked out a system where everyone was safe and we got to see a lot. Notice the noodles in each picture - made life a whole lot easier out there.

By the way, does anyone really remember a life without noodles? I guess it was kind of like a life without internet. We lived a long time without it but it's sure hard to imagine now.

But despite the successes of the day, the Australians probably hope we don't come back. We're the Griswolds. Yep, modern day Griswolds is what we are.

When we finally set sail to dry land again, we had certainly left our mark. Because of us, the bottom of that Great Barrier Reef now sports the following...

1) A swim fin.
2) A hair tie.
3) A fork.
4) A wad of Extra Wintergreen Fresh gum.

No need to thank us world. Just looking to make things a bit more interesting for all those who come after.



Leaving our mark on the world, one utensil at a time,
The Cavs

First Post of A New Year!

A very special year I might add! The year we get to come home! Yay us! After cooking and cleaning, dealing with stir-crazy kids on summer break, and running errands today, I decided to take down all of the Christmas decorations. Repeat after me...oh, whoa is Angie. Despite the fact that I was exhausted, I was mentally pushed along by this fact: the next time I open these boxes, I'll be home! Talk about motivation!

So everything is packed away and ready to place back in the attic. And the place looks bare, as it always does after Christmas. But it looks uncluttered as well, making you feel like you accomplished something. Surprisingly, this fellow...




didn't eat too much off the tree He didn't touch the popcorn, only grazed on every low level candy cane he could find. He's got a sweet tooth, that one does.

So does this one...



And she's got energy. Lots and lots of energy.

Kind of like the energizer bunny. She just keeps going and going.



By the way, these are some of my January 3rd photos. I'll explain...

My friend (who happens to be a photographer) challenged me to, along with her, take a photo each day of the year. And believe it or not, 4 days into the year, I am going strong. Translation...Angie's made 4 out of 4! I know you're surprised! I'm surprised! Only 361 days to go.

Here's today's picture...


Not the best. Admittedly I just remembered and snapped it quickly.

Let's contrast with this picture taken well before Christmas...


Aren't they gorgeous?! I'm so proud! But poor Brady wondered why her B was smaller than all the other letters. How do you explain that Mom's just a doophus and too lazy to fix it?

And this one...



How sweet is that?

And finally...



Not the most exciting picture but we all know how elusive he can be!

So that's it. No crazy Cavanagh stories tonight. Just trying to get back into posting.

Also, be on the lookout for Christmas presents. They've been ordered and should be on your doorstep in a week or so. Sorry about the delay! I didn't forget you. Never could...no matter how I might try.

Ba-dum-bump.

Love to all,
A