It is amazing to us to see how quickly Cannon is learning and becoming increasingly independent.
He loves pumkins. He calls them "pokins." Yesterday he went to the doctor for his two-year checkup and got some shots. When he came home, I asked him if the doctor had given him a poke in the leg. I expected him to put on a sad face and tell me how it had hurt. Instead, he got excited, exclaimed "Pokin! Pokin!" and ran to see the pumkin we have sitting on the living room cabinets.
He loves to help mom make scrambled eggs, which has become one of Molly's favorite breakfasts this pregnancy. He stands on a little step ladder to help her pour the "ewey gooey eggs" into the frying pan. He calls the ladder his "step skull."
Lately his favorite song seems to have moved from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse to Old MacDonald Had a Farm. It seems to have become his favorite now that he's decided he doesn't have to be restricted to typical farm animals. Instead, Old MacDonald typically has a dinosaur, a T. Rex, a baby T. Rex, a car, a stick, a tree, M&Ms, a baby... and then back to a dinosaur, a T. Rex, a baby T. Rex....
He's beginning to get excited about trains. Not quite as much as his cousin Jaron (yet), but he really likes them. For his birthday, Molly's mom got him a Molly train (from Thomas & Friends) and Molly's sister got him a little blue Sir Topham Hatt car. Cannon calls him "Got A Hat."
He lost his "milkie" privileges this week. He's used to having a bottle before going to bed, but lately he has been drinking less and less of it--but he still wants it. Finally, two nights in a row this week, he insisted on us getting his milkie, but as soon as Molly gave it to him, he handed it back to her and said, "All done"--without even putting it in his mouth. Sorry, Cannon... no more bedtime milkie for you.
Update (10/29/08)
I forgot to add another one of our favorites: "fwootbeer juice." He loves it. So does Dad.
