
Saturday was just as much fun as the pictures look. We played in the yard and garden, hooked up the bike trailer, and Grampa even topped off the evening by bringing his dogs up. Cannon was so kind as to share is dinner with them. This little guy LOVES dogs. They make him so happy. (I really think I'm toast, its just going to be a matter of time for us)Sunday was our ward conference so the stake taught our SS class, we had an awesome lesson
on Gratitude. We really do have SO MUCH to be GRATEFUL FOR! I was a great reminder to actually BE GRATEFUL for all of the good things in life. You know the famous Lou Gehrig speech where he says "Today, (real slow and drawn out ya gotta think of the speech here) I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth..." My thoughts stole his line as I got to be home and play with Cann Man this week.
Things Cannon's up too:
Crawling Up on things, the playground at park, a box I left in the living room before taking it out to the trash, the bleachers, anything he can find.
Clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth-this is something he's done be fore but the re-discovery is just as cute.
Extending the ck sound of Yuckckck, or ickckck when we take a poopy diaper out, then he started doing it anytime we were changing a diaper. The kids just a cute little turkey!
And in less darling news...we have a biter! He bit Ava's finger at church (I tell ya those 2 are so cute together but they have a tough love relationship) I thought it was just a fluke-or I wished it was just a fluke-because she was pointing her index finger at him just playing and he chomped on it. But Friday we were at Ann's and he was playing with Mr. Potato head's lips. She's been antagonistic all week and it didn't matter what toy he had, that's the one she wanted. So she promptly took them from him. With his catlike reflexes he swiped them back, which of course did not make her very happy (I'm watching all of this from the couch, feeding the Elsie a bottle) she grabbed his arm with the death-grip squeeze and started prying the lips out of his fingers. So he just ducked his little head into the arm that was providing the death grip and CHOMP. Fluke? Accident? NO WAY, the little stinker knew exactly what he was doing. It threw Ann way off, because it hurt AND it was the first time Cannon's fought back at all.
Anyway...
Here's another movie, movies and pictures is how I entertained myself in the evening when Isaac's off goat'n it. This one's more than 3 seconds long, the left hand was giving him trouble-he's definitely a righty but I think that's why we got the standing :)
Isaac's been doing the goat thing again...if your thinking AGAIN????? ME TOO. My disdain for it doesn't deter him one bit, in fact he asked if he could bring some to our yard again. Oh have mercy. Our mutual agreement is that I don't have to hear about the goats, so sometimes I think its gone away but its really not.
His other project this week was starting a little roofing service project with the scouts, its such a good meaningful project (Cannon and I ended up being the supply cart so we got to see them all up on the roof, working away, it was cool. )
