Yooster Eggs!

Cannon loves Easter. Well, he loves finding Easter eggs, especially when they have candy in them. On Saturday he called them "Yooster Eggs." Today he started saying the word correctly, so I quickly re-trained him to call them Yooster Eggs.

For Family Home Evening tonight we went to Nana's house, where Grandma and Grandpa Plumb are visiting, and we brought a little basket of mostly empty plastic eggs for him to find. Cannon was absolutely thrilled to find the eggs and didn't seem to mind that almost all of them were empty. After he had found all the eggs and brought them back to show mom and Nana, I would sneak them away and hide them again. Once he caught me taking them out of his basket and was upset about it, so I put them back in the basket and waited for him to go look for some more before taking them out again. As long as he didn't see me taking the eggs out, he didn't seem to think anything of the fact that he kept putting more and more eggs into the basket, yet it never filled up.

On the Saturday before Easter, a family in our neighborhood invites everyone over to their cul-de-sac for an Easter egg hunt. All the children are supposed to bring a dozen eggs, and the parents bring a breakfast dish. Cannon brought his twelve eggs but had no interest in giving them up to be hidden. He was pretty content with what he already had, but he did find a few more eggs and added them to his collection.

(This is the same cul-de-sac that turns into Cul-de-sac of Fire on July 4th, which you have to experience to believe. It seriously becomes a battle scene from a WWII movie, with fireworks going off everywhere all at once in every direction, kids running around crazy with matches, fireworks, and sparklers. You have to be constantly on the lookout for fireworks coming toward you.)

We have an awesome neighborhood.

"It's a baby brother...It's Noah!"

Befriending the serpent

Dad says I should be careful about the friends I hang out with. Not like this hamster.

The baby brother is here!

Noah Layne Hadfield

2:25pm March 17, 2009
21" 8 lbs 8 oz

Another red head! He and mom are doing great.

Now we can go camping!!!

This morning I had breakfast with my dinosaurs.

I wore my new dinosaur P.J.s that mom bought me, because I'm a sad guy whenever my T-rex P.J.s that Aunt Trisa bought me are dirty (which is most the time,  because every time they are clean I wear them as soon as possible).

My dinosaurs like to eat sausage... and horse.

"Smile for the orange!"

Recently Cannon has started adding his own contributions when we pray. Typically our prayers begin, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for ... " and we help him list the things we're about to eat, or experiences we had during the day, or people we got to be with. We love when he ignores our promptings and comes up with his own material instead.

Tonight, after getting together with several family members to celebrate my birthday, he did not feel ready to go to sleep even though it was 9:00pm, 30 minutes past his usual bedtime. He threw a little fit and tried to climb out of his bed, but I laid him down on his pillow and gently but firmly held him from leaving. He protested and cried but eventually calmed down. I said cheerfully, "Okay, Cannon, it's prayer time! It's Daddy's turn to help. Dear Heavenly Father..."

There was a pause, and I figured I'd be praying alone tonight. But then he sadly muttered back, "Father," still sniffling.

"Thank you for cousins," I suggested.

Almost in tears: "Thank you for Cannon could be a sad guy."

Molly and I tried to hold back our impulse to laugh, but at the same time it broke our hearts.

"Heavenly Father, please help Cannon not to be a sad guy," I said, as I gently rubbed his back.

Still hurting, he sadly replied: "Please bless we could go to dinosaur museum tomorrow."

I continued prompting him through the remainder of it, thanking Heavenly Father for nursery day, our yummy dinner, etc., but he was done and didn't speak another word. 

Baseball in the living room!

The only thing better than playing baseball in the living room is playing baseball in the living room naked. Unfortunately I don't think this passes Google's decency policy, so you'll have to come to our house if want to see the rest of the movie.