A Proud Former ScoutMaster

I (Abe here) served for over 2 1/2 years as a ScoutMaster and then as a Varsity Coach to a great group of young men while we lived in Bluffdale. Here I am with my former right-hand-man (Assistant ScoutMaster) and friend, Breagan Webb (on the far right), and four of our former scouts between us. The guy in uniform to my immediate right received his Eagle Scout award tonight (he is 18 years old.....kind of pushing it age-wise aren't we Cameron) and the other three have all previously attained Eagle as well (2 while I was directly over them). I have proudly been there for each one of them.

Working with those guys was one of the most meaningful experiences of my life.

A Day Out and About

At the Cannon family reunion today they had a couple of games for the kiddos. I'm so proud to say that Bethany and Elinor SMEARED the competition in the 3-legged race. They won last year at Abe's summer work party as well. They are the same size and both very coordinated, so they are seriously speedy-- and just a little competitive!
But Clark gets the good sportsmanship award. What a nice brother!
The kids had fun playing volleyball with their 3rd cousins.
Clark found his name on the family tree chart.
Elinor is at that super cute phase when tons of teeth fall out within a couple of months. She's keeping the tooth fairy on her toes. Here's to hoping they all come in straight!
Bethany and Elinor with Great Aunt Mary. She is the cutest, sweetest lady. She is one of my grandpa, Glen Cannon's, sisters. She is also the mother of the new general primary president, Rosemary Wixom.
We went to a wedding reception this evening for a family friend. We snapped this family picture and I have to say, it is shocking to me to see how many people are in this picture! I realize it is my life and I live it everyday, but to see us all together in a picture, it just looks like a lot of people. Abe grew up in a much larger family than I did, so perhaps it is not so shocking to him. That being said, he is having a lot of trouble calling children by their correct names.
The wedding was for the oldest sister of some good friends of Clark's. He had a really fun time hanging out with his friends there.

This was our first family day out and about with little George. It was good, but I'm quite worn out from all the excitement. I'll enjoy my day of rest tomorrow.

Cannon Appreciation Day

I've decided to make this post a Cannon appreciation post. It's hard for a two-year old to get a new little brother. Here's to remind myself what a magnificent little guy Cannon is.
Clark was a good sport to let Cannon maul him. I liked it when Cannon sat on Clark's back and used Clark's ears to "fly the airplane".
The boy of many hairstyles. A little bit of product and hairspray can go a long way.
We went to a very extended Cannon family reunion today. Here is Cannon playing at the park.
He climbed to the top of a big grassy hill. The triumph! And a little bit scary.
Cannon LOVES, LOVES, LOVES George. There is so much love that George needs protection from all the love that Cannon has for him. When I nurse George, Cannon comes over and lays his floppy blond curls on George's head and says, "uv oo"- which translates to "love you".

Confiscation Requests

Hello Friends,
I am begging someone--anyone-- to come to my house and confiscate the following items. They are reaking havoc on an already fragile home-life.

1. The chocolate. Take it away. All of it. The dark chocolate out of the freezer. The bags of chocolate chips in the basement. The freaking cocoa powder! The hot chocolate mix. Take it away. I cannot be trusted with it and I obviously have a complete lack of judgment.

2. All of the artsy/crafty supplies. Most especially the construction paper and perler beads (count yourself lucky if you don't know what those are). The girls are BIG TIME into creative (messy) projects right now. Jeez, why can't they just veg out in front of the TV? Oh, that's right--I won't let them.

3. The spiders. Clark keeps telling me about the "humongous spiders" he's finding in his dungeon/cave/bedroom in the basement. I have a pretty serious spider phobia, which I am proud/sad to say I'm passing on to my children. Even Cannon holds up both hands, wiggles his fingers and says, "Ider"!
I'm feeling anxiety about going down to the basement to get a can of soup.

4. The vegetable oil. Yes, please come take our vegetable oil away. Since I'm occupied with nursing a new baby for several hours of the day, the older kids are having their way in the kitchen. Truth be told, I did beg Bethany to make me some brownies today. I told you, I'm a desperate woman. Clark has made us french toast. But here's the problem, they've seen me put a bit of vegetable oil in the pan when I cook. What they didn't understand was it was just a light coating. They are pouring massive amounts of oil into their pans, rendering the food they've prepared somewhat inedible. But thank you for trying.

5. The gummi bear vitamins. I use to let the kids help themselves to 2 gummi vitamins a day. Strangely, they were disappearing way faster than they should have. Imagine that. So I instituted a new rule that you could only have your gummi vitamins when I personally handed them to you. You are not to touch that bottle at all. Like I said, I'm a little busy with the baby and they all keep asking numerous times a day if they can have their vitamin. But I've forbidden anyone to touch the bottle, and I can't usually get up and get it when they ask, so instead I am fielding the question about 15 times a day-- "Can I have my gummi?"
CURSE THE GUMMI VITAMINS! And when did my children become so health conscience all of a sudden? Go eat your oil soaked brownie!

Out of the Frying Pan

Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
Just as soon as my body starts to feel a bit more normal, my emotions go HAYWIRE!
The good news? This seems to be par for the course for me postpartum. The first week is a bit of "la la land", enjoying the miracle of the new baby--seeing what they look like, getting high on the smell of a new born baby, getting spoiled at the hospital and having all the time you want to just sit and hold the baby. The next week things get a bit hairier.
Then the emotions go wild. Laughing one minute, raging ticked off the next, resentful of past grievances the next, cooing over the baby the next, crying the next. I am exhausted today of my own emotions and I know my family is avoiding me--with good reason. I am unpredictable. I am scary.
I am putting this out there for the world to see in the hopes that I can steady myself by thinking it through enough to write about it. Like I said, this is pretty normal for me. I haven't suffered much in the way of long term "baby blues" with any of my babies. But the short term--- YIKES--- be afraid, be very afraid.
Besides little neighborhood walk-abouts, I haven't left the house all week. It was time.
Abe and I wanted to test out our new car set-up. No, there is no new car, but we did get another 3-person bench to replace our captains' chairs. So here are all my people in the 8 seater mini-van. I am now starting to fantasize about a HUGE 15 passenger van. I don't want to birth enough people to fill it-- although it appears we are well on our way! I just would like to be able to transport all of my people and a few friends along the way.
I won't name names, but I'm not the only grouchy one in the family these days. This person, who shall remain nameless, but whom you all know anyway, described the first family outing in the suped up swagger wagon as "boring and squishy". Whatever. I suppose it is a little squishy for them, but it's not that often that we all go somewhere together so we'll make it do.
One more thing to note for the day. Elinor got a "new" bike yesterday. New, as in, new to her. She's been riding the same bike since she got it when she was FOUR! Now she is a ginormous seven year old and she looked rather comical pedaling like a mad woman to make the little bike go fast enough to keep up with the other kids. All the kids have functioning bicycles right now and they've discovered the joy and independence of the neighborhood bike ride. Hooray for me--- uh, I mean them.

Left to Their Own Devices

Tomorrow George will be one week old. I am ready to take back the reins of this blog and my facebook account. Abe did such a good job of handling the "public relations" concerning George's birth. He has been a serious super dad taking care of the kids and the house and me. Yesterday afternoon he retreated upstairs to the bedroom to lay down saying, "I just need to be by myself for a while. The kids are always around!"
Nice for us moms to hear that! We decided that it would be best for everyone for him to return to work today. I called him a bit ago and he sounds very relaxed!
So I'm flying solo today. So far so good. This George seems to be a very calm baby.
In the absence of a very involved mother this week, the other children have occupied themselves quite well.
This little cutie is behaving pretty much as you would expect a two year old to react to the addition of a new baby in the house. There is more crying, screaming, growling and violence (on his part) than usual. But the kids are trying to be extra nice to him and he's as funny as ever.
The ladies of the house are planning their Halloween costumes and creating beautiful fairy costumes. Let's see if I can get this right: Bethany is a Water fairy, Elinor is a Sun fairy and Faith is a Winter fairy. In their spare moments they want to hold George every chance they get.
It's been about a month since we've had any significant rainfall, but we've had some downpours the last couple of days. I loved doing this when I was a kid.
The kids set up a "school" in the garage. Their school believes in corporal punishment. I don't know quite what to make of that. A lot of the neighborhood children have gone back to school on a year-round track. Are my children trying to tell me they are ready for more structure again?
Sorry guys, I need a few more weeks.
Clark needed a break from the girls and the house yesterday, so he headed off on his bike for a solo trip to the library. This is VERY good for him. He came home with reptile books--surprise, surprise.
A couple days back Abe went on a ride to the library with the kids--minus Faith and Cannon. I cracked up at the selection of materials Abe and Clark brought home. VERY DIFFERENT from what I would have picked. This isn't bad at all, it was just funny to me. Three DVDs of "The Twilight Zone"? Good thing they have a mom and a dad.
And of course, the headliner for the week-- George Russell is doing very well. I don't want to jinx myself, but he slept phenomenally well last night-- thus my brain is clear enough to write semi-coherent sentences. I am feeling VERY grateful for the delicious dinners my neighbors have brought for my people to eat. We are easing back into functionality, but of course, one never wants to rush such things.

George comes Home!!

We came home yesterday and had a wonderful first evening together. THANK YOU Grandma and Grandpa Cannon for watching the kids while we were gone.

WELCOME HOME George!!

One more George-hit before we leave....

Bets and I will be heading home from the hospital soon.....and it has been wonderful. Hopefully, all went well with Grandpa and Grandma Cannon and the kids getting to 9 a.m. church this morning. Here is one more set of pictures of George-ee: