Kid pics

I don't realize how much Cannon understands. I had a scarf on to go to school the other day, so Max wanted a scarf. So he grabs one, and as I'm putting it on Max, Cannon walks over and gets himself one too. Put Cannon's scarf on, tell Max to go get his coat. As I put Max's coat on, Cannon brings me his coat. Holy crap, I have two genius children who can totally take care of themselves, but will scam me into doing everything for them. Brilliant!



For some reason, when I put pictures on here, they all end up at the top, but I'll try to space them out again. Cannon has a look that he gets on his face that we call "the furrowed brow." Its sort of a "what the hell is the matter with you look." Brent got a good picture of it the other day.




We had a birthday party for Max because he's turning three this week. He had a great day. Joy (our phenomenal babysitter and friend) started telling Max that he couldn't wear diapers anymore once he turned three because it was illegal. Between that and my mom refusing to put a diaper on him, Max is now a potty kid. I don't know if I'm happier to be cancer free or to have Max use the toilet. :) We took a picture of him sitting on it, which made him really mad, someday he'll hate us for things like this. This is a picture of Max with his cake that Debbie made. He's staring at people singing to him a little unsure of how to handle it. :)



The port removal spot is a little sore still, but not bad. I took a nap today, did some weeding, went for a walk with the fam, had a normal day. It was awesome!
Here are Max, Cannon and I reading a book. What a cool life I have.