Why I Don't Mop (Often)

I finally had to mop the kitchen on Monday. I hate to mop! I would rather scrub hundreds of toilet bowls than mop my relatively small kitchen. I sweep daily (usually, 'cause if I don't a third world country could eat off it for a week by the end of one day), but that would not take care of the dried up Apple Juice River-bed created by Rachel Sunday afternoon. So I aired out the rugs, moved the chairs, table and high chair to the living room and got to it. I even did a really good job too, fresh cleaner smell and all! I replaced all the furniture and even wiped down the wall behind Eli's seat (apparently his art canvas that is usually hidden by his chair).

After two meals and a snack, guess what?! Sticky again. I am into instant and lasting gratification when it comes to house work. I need to see improvement right away and it is nice if it can stay improved for a little while, is 24 hours really too much to ask? My brain knows that it is when the residents are Kindergartners and younger, but really daily mopping just ain't gonna happen here.

Ironically, my toilets are dirty too...

Our Big Boys!

In 24 hours both boys have grown up so much.

Sam is mobile! Oh the horror! He started to army crawl yesterday. He wiggles and rolls around the living room trying to find something else to put in his mouth. Maybe he is trying to get away from Rachel who is always trying to hold him and pick him up. It is always a bittersweet moment when you can no longer leave them in one spot and come back and there they are. Even more so with the last one, that first real strike at independence with so many more to follow.

Today, Eli decided it was time to potty. He pulled his little potty out into the hall, looked at me and said, "pee pee" and I said, "go for it." He took his diaper off, sat down and peed. Then he put on big boy underpants and had only one accident all afternoon. He knew when he needed to go and did it! Hallelujah!! I just hope it lasts into tomorrow...

Gems from Rachel

On the way home from church two weeks ago, Emily asked where Garfield's body was. Well, I told her that the vet took care of it for us and was perfectly willing to tell her the whole truth. She thought for a moment and said she did not think we could ever find it. I agreed quickly and was pretty happy to change the subject. Rachel was not satisfied though, so she said, "But where is the body that was on him?" At least she understands the difference between bodies and spirits.

Last Thursday, all the kids were running through the house from the basement up to the second story and back again. After several trips and requests for them to stop running Rachel slowed down in the kitchen and put her hand on her chest and said "My heart is really pumping! Jesus is talking to me!" OK, I get that our explanations about how Jesus talks to our hearts broke down somewhere in that little mind, but I do know now she was listening!

It's so entertaining and heartwarming to hear the gospel according to a 3- or 4-year-old. It can be reassuring to hear their quirky insights when you try so hard to teach them because the example you set seems to be lacking on so many levels.

Excessive Chaos, Even For Us

We said good-bye to a beloved family member last Friday. After 14 and 2/3 years Garfield, probably the best cat that has or will ever live, has gone the way of all the world. We will miss him. The children are doing amazingly well with it. Since Precious died last year we have been dreading this. Rachel and Emily were terribly sad about Precious and talked about her for weeks. This time they have been remarkably unaffected. Of course, we have been trying to prepare them since last year. In fact, last Wednesday, two days before his passing, Rachel had a play date who said, "I really like your cat" to which Rachel replied, "Yeah, they say he's gonna die soon." On Friday morning, she knew we were taking him to the vet and when I picked her up from her friend's house she asked when Garfield would come home and then said, "I think he's already dead!" I guess we prepared her well especially since she claimed Garfield as her cat since she started talking.

Now that we are pet-free (and I intend to stay that way for a very long time) we have turned the house completely upside down. We are moving James upstairs and the playroom to the basement. The kids are so excited but that may just be because virtually all their toys have been in the attic for almost a week awaiting carpet cleaning, etc. I have to say I don't really miss the toys everywhere all the time. I am most excited because I am having a professional organizer come in to help make that large area in the basement function in all the ways we need it to. It's a splurge, but if you've been to my house in the last few years you understand. Poor James had to move his truck out of the garage indefinitely so that we could put all the giveaways somewhere. If you are thinking of going to a thrift store or yard sale for anything, stop by here first--we are in extreme clean-out mode.

Here's to finally keeping a resolution that we did not even make this year!

On the kid front, Emily got her hair chopped off, Rachel is still living every moment to its fullest, Eli is finally talking up a storm (though we still struggle to understand some words)and Sam is off the charts tall, super chunky and at long last is starting to sleep through the night!!!

The Year in Review

Well, it's been a fun and incredibly short year! We've had alot of firsts and a few "hope that never happens agains". In chronological order:

-Tonya begins the new year pregnant again

-Rachel became a Sunbeam in Primary, leaving just one Cannon in the church nursery

-Tonya falls while holding Eli, whose head hits a concrete floor and his skull is fractured (our first paramedic experience, our first overnight stay at Children's, and an extremely stressful but faith-promoting event)

-Precious succumbs to kitty old age-she was a great, if psychotic, cat for 14 years

-We decided to find out the sex of the baby for once and came right home and started giving away the girl stuff

-Mauzy came for her annual visit and Emily lost two teeth in the same week (our first Tooth Fairy experience)

-Eli turned 2--Mauzy and Mary Lou were here for the party

-We had our first family vacation since 2003 at Disney World and Sea World. All-in-all it went well, the kids had a great time and we all have some great memories. In the same trip we visited Pa and Granny in Englewood, FL and the kids had their first boat ride and got to see dolphins in the ocean; and James did some flooring work at MeMa and PaPa's in preparation for the family reunion.

-Emily graduated from Preschool and performed her first solo at the ceremony

-MeMa finally got her family reunion. I don't know how many, but alot of siblings and cousins were there!

-We began the "Summer of Togetherness"--It was hot, Mommy was uncomfortable and June seemed to last forever!!!

-Samuel Pierce Cannon arrived in dramatic fashion--5 weeks early--but healthy and happy!

-Emily started Kindergarten--Big School already!!!--Honestly, Sam was a great distraction, otherwise Mommy may have been committed!! It was never about how Emily would do, she was sooooo ready and is doing great!!

-Mother's Day Out began for Rachel and Eli. Tonya returned to her 2-year-old class two days a week at the end of September.

-Halloween was fun. The girls were black cats and Eli was Bob the Builder. He went trick-or-treating for the first time this year. He got the hang of it pretty quick!

-Rachel turned 4 and Emily turned 6. They had a huge party together at Pump It Up and everyone had a great time.

-Thanksgiving and Christmas came around much too quickly. I guess your parents are right at least once--the older you get, the faster time goes....

Now it's another new year. We will start out with new (or old) goals and good intentions, fill our calendars with lots of to-dos and run frantically from one appointment to the next. I hope to live in the moment a little more this year. I sometimes worry that I am wishing away the precious moments of my childrens' childhoods. As my good friend reminds me, "just play with them". The song "Let Them Be Little" has been playing in my mind lately. So when you visit this year and the house is a disaster and the kids are in their pajamas at 4 pm, it won't really be anything new, but it won't be out of surrender to survival, it will be because we have embraced the moments that make memories and build forever families.

Happy All Year Long!

Christmas at the Cannons'

We had a truly wonderful Christmas together. Christmas Eve was spent making cookies for Santa, wrapping presents, and watching endless Christmas movies. Finally, that evening we shared our birthday gifts to Jesus and read the Christmas story at bedtime.

At 3 am Emily came running into our room to let us know that it was Christmas Day. I groggily told her that she was right and to go back to bed. Amazingly she complied. James and I slept lightly for the rest of the morning though listening for little feet (and feeding Sam). She made it until 6:15 when she came down and went into the living room before coming to tell us that Santa had visited. We told her to she had to go get her brother and sister before she went back to check it all out, which gave us time to start the video camera. I got some still photos this year as you see but mostly we were just enjoying the moment.

They were so cute!! Eli still doesn't really get the whole Santa thing, but he enjoyed his train table and tracks anyway. Emily and Rachel got their "growing puppies" that they have been seeking for 2 years. Sam got cute stuff that he is too little for. We spent the day making cupcakes, playing with dolls, puppies, trains and cars. It was a nice, relatively quiet (not really a word we use often in this house), enjoyable day as we celebrated the most important birthday, that of our Savior, Jesus Christ by sharing the day with those who mean the most to us.

A Sweet Surprise

James told me a couple of weeks ago that he had set up a lunch date for us with Grandma. She would keep the kids while we went out for a couple of hours and since it was during the holidays we could do it at lunch--which is not nearly as trying for her as dinner and bedtime. I thought that sounded great, if planned a little early.

So the day arrived and I was ready for a little break--I mean surviving the family-wide stomach bug, Christmas (all the fun in the next post) and the onslaught of horrific chest colds for the boys, I was feeling like a cranky, evil being. So off we went. The kids were eating lunch, so I just waved and said "See you in a little bit." We had lunch and ran to Wal-Mart, yes our dates are that sad. I wanted to get some fruit because we were out and fruit is the number one request (OK second behind lollipops) in our world. James said he thought that should wait until tomorrow. Now, we were going to the church to get some things ready for Sunday, but the fruit wouldn't spoil in that length of time, so I was insistent that the children needed fruit. So we are standing in Wal-Mart discussing grapes and James says, "I think you should do that tomorrow because we're not going home tonight." As I was processing I could not even imagine not going home, so I began to protest (no clothes, no meds, didn't say goodnight to the kids, etc). James had been packing for 2 weeks. And even though I knew it would be good to get away, my heart already ached for my little ones.

James had finally succeeded in surprising me. I always guess his presents. He whisked me away to a little cabin in Mentone, Alabama. It was quiet and secluded and perfect for a night away. After a little while I even felt OK about being away from the kids. Glad I didn't call home that night! There was an open fire, marshmallows, cocoa and I was in my PJs by 6 pm! We talked and read and really enjoyed just being able to relax. Just so you know, Mentone is a quiant little village and we will definitely visit again, but there are no restaurants open on Monday and Tuesday and I think even the minute mart closes by 8:00.

It was a lovely, thoughtful and completely unexpected Christmas gift even if I did lie to my children (not my fault) and may have caused long-term fear of abandonment. The girls slept in our bed because they missed their mommy and as Grandma followed Eli upstairs he looked around and said, "No Mommy" took another two risers and said, "No Daddy". It's nice to know they don't hold all my mommy faults against me. James started talking about next time on the drive north and I laughed because I knew this would be it for Grandma for years to come. She confirmed it upon arrival. So this experience will have to last us a little while...I think he did well enough to hold me til then.