Laundry

They do get along and play together once in a while. :)

Max hates that sticky popsicle juice is running all over his hand. Seriously, high maintenance three year old. Gotta love him. Cannon had a popsicle too, juice and goo everywhere. I think maybe over 1/2 of our laundry is from Cannon.

You'll notice in the background of most of our pictures that there is constant laundry and or laundry baskets. The basket doesn't have a "place" that it gets put away to anymore, its just constantly on the floor. I'm sure that laundry will get much worse in my future with 2 boys, but its pretty impressive right now. Especially with Cannon roaming around. Here's a picture of Max & Cannon actually playing on the pile of laundry. Its a clean pile, but its become a playground.

There are a lot of pictures of Cannon here because Max won't let us take his picture. We have to bribe him, but Cannon is great at saying "cheese." Its one of the few words he says that everyone understands, so he says it often. He loves shoes, his, Max's, Brent's, mine, all of them. He has my shoes and Brent's hat on. The hat comes way closer to fitting than the shoes. (And again laundry in the background)

Cannon loves Brent. I mean, of course he loves his dad, who doesn't like Brent, but the kid is a daddy's boy. Brent is usually gone in the morning by the time the little dudes wake up. Last week Brent was here when Cannon woke up. Usually, I walk in, we play peek a boo through the crib, he kind of giggles, but just lays there smiling. Brent walks in, and the kid is standing up in about 10 seconds. He rockets up and says "DADDY!" He was thrilled. Once Brent picked him up, he just laid his head on his shoulder, perfectly content, and would sigh every once in a while. :) It was cool.