Group Costumes

Are you a believer?  This year we are.

 Alvin carved the lovely pumpkin on our porch.  We left out a bowl of candy and all went trick-or-treating together.  It was fun, but Alvin had to cheer on Miles (and me) to go to more than a handful of houses to get more candy.  Here's a closer look at Clay, in case you didn't guess his costume.

If we had two more kids, they would be a dalmatian and a hose.

Mountains Fix (Our Trip to Utah)

August 2, 2012

We just returned from a 12-day trip to Utah!  Our goals?  

1. Spend time with family

2. Reconnect with old friends

3. Hike in the mountains

We wore ourselves out, but Mission Accomplished!  Parts of the trip were very nice, and parts of it were about as miserable as I had feared (see below).  Miles and Clay were good sports for having their normal routine thrown to the wind.  They caught cat naps between activities in the rental car, and Miles loved sharing an air mattress with Alvin!  

Some things I enjoyed:

Hiking to Timpanogos caves.  Miles hiked 1 ½ miles up the steep trail all by himself!  He plead a few rides on Alvin’s shoulders on the way down.  I carried Clay in the mei tai, and boy, were my legs tired after that.  The same day we went to Seven Peaks water park, and it was hard to muster energy to climb the stairs to the water slides.

Cooler temperatures and no humidity.  I had forgotten how stifling humidity can be until I experienced its absence.  We spent several days at high elevation (at the cabin in Fairview and hikes in the Wasatch mountains), so we got to enjoy daytime temperatures in the 70s (opposed to 100s in Oklahoma).  Nighttime at the cabin even got to the 40s!  What a relief.  Although Clay wasn’t used to that.  We bundled him up at night, but I think feeling the cold air on his face woke him.  He screamed both nights we slept in the tent. L

Celebrating Pioneer Day on the 24^th of July.  We spent the day in Fairview, which was a first for me.  It was lovely!  All the festivities, and none of the crowds or traffic.  They even threw candy and otter pops at their parade.  There was a really good feeling in the town, and they hosted free games with prizes for the kids.

Shopping at The Corner Station in Fairview.  My favorite toy store.  Miles loved it, too, because he got to play with the demo toys, and I bought him a firefighter costume.  I also bought birthday presents for my mom (a scarf and necklace), Amber (a word-building game), and Jeni (a tin top and toy zeppelin, to match her vintage theme), and a game for our family (Pass the Pigs).

Biking with my old actuary boss.  He’s a road biker, and he recently purchased a tandem bike.  So he took me for a ride near the mouth of Big Cottonwood Canyon.  Two-horsepower is great for hills (we being the horses).

Some things I didn’t enjoy (are there things you hate about travelling?):

Extreme fatigue

No quiet, private, dark place for midday naps

Interrupted naps ("Mom, is it time to get up yet?")

Sleeping on inflatable mattresses

Clay screaming at night

Did I mention being tired?

Miles wore earplugs to the Demolition Derby.

Grandma and Grandpa hiking near the cabin, Fairview Canyon.

Anderson Family cabin, just in case you forgot what it looks like.

A visit to Kennecott Mines.  (I stayed home to catch up on sleep.)

Favorite past-time of the next generation.

Taking Birtchers' scooter for a spin.

Hiking to Cecret Lake at Alta.

Ahh, altitude.

More altitude!

Clay getting ready to crawl.  He officially started crawling at 7 months (two months behind Miles).  But he started cruising the furniture, too, so we'll see if he walks sooner.

Jen, Lucy, Clay, and Laura.  Lucy was born 2 weeks before Clay.

A mid-hike snack with Oma.

Miles' Bedtime Book

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Salute to a Smiley Baby

Oklahoma has . . .

Wildflowers

Pops (my sister, her husband, and my mom came to visit)

Forests just beyond our yard

Mountains!  Near Lawton.  Who would have known?

Crop-damaging hail storms

Lots of parks and swings

Hiking!  But you have to drive a ways to noteworthy trails.

Funky lizards (we saw this guy on our hike)

Today. . .

I caught Clay on his hands and feet, almost ready to launch into a crawl.  He will be six months old in 4 days.  His favorite past-times are blowing slobbery raspberries and watching Miles' crazy antics.

I asked Miles, "Whose toothbrush are you using?"  (It looked too big to be his.)
He said, "I'm using dad's toothbrush because it has queakers.  I like the queakers."
I guess he likes the squeaking sound the rubber makes in his mouth.

Clay loves being one of the "big people" at mealtime.  He sits in his booster seat at the table and tries to maneuver peas or Cheerios or beans from his tray to his mouth.  I can tell he thoroughly enjoys it.  It's worth the extra mess.

Miles was extremely amiable when he woke up this morning because he knew he'd be going to Adler's house to play.  We are so lucky to have a fellow three-year-old train lover in the neighborhood.

And the adults around here. . .
Alvin got a raise and a bonus at work.  He sweetly said I could have half of the bonus, since I work so hard for our family, too.  He bought three pairs of dressy work shoes, which I thought were well-deserved, since he's been wearing some that are 5 years old (brown) and 12 years old (black).

I swam laps at Gold's, did laundry, stored a bunch of Miles toys in hopes of reducing the daily clutter, and dressed up Miles as a pirate while Alvin prepared an FHE lesson (entitled "I Will Obey").

Our air conditioner ran nonstop since 7 am, and it was still 81 degrees inside the house.

Let me tell you about my dad

Happy Father's Day!

Here he is: Steven Michael Cannon, with his first daughter, Laura.

            He was born in 1955, and he died in 2005 at age 50 from lymphoma.  If my dad were here today, he would have a sleek Apple computer, an iPad 4, and all of the family history apps.  He would work in the Family History Department at the Church, he would have read Thomas S. Monson’s biography and the latest David McCullough novel, and he may have finally convinced his own dad to take a sailing class with him at the Great Salt Lake.  He would be looking forward to a family reunion with his thirty-something nieces and nephews.  He would be glad to finally have three sons (even if they are only in-laws), and he would have visited me in Oklahoma and enjoyed a good root beer at Pops.

Today, thinking about my dad, it strikes me how similar we were.  My dad never pushed me to follow in his footsteps, but he was very pleased when I, of my own initiative, took up similar interests and experiences.  For example, my dad and I were both Sterling Scholars in mathematics.  I went to BYU (his alma mater) and majored in mathematics (his minor).  We’re tidy, more introspective than talkative, and we laugh heartily at a good joke.

            In 9^th grade, I announced to my parents that I wanted to join the Cross Country team.  Apparently, my dad had run in high school, too.  To get me to and from the twice-a-day practices, my dad drove me and my bike to school every morning at 5:30.  I ran, went to classes, ran again, and rode my bike home.  (At least it was downhill!)  When I quit Cross Country in 12^th grade, I kept up my morning runs . . . with my dad and our dog.

            Hungry for more outdoor adventures, I joined the Mountaineers Club.  My dad joined with me.  He came on our hike to Lake Blanche in the Wasatch, and we canoed down the Jordan River together.  While my friends planned graduation trips to Disneyland and Las Vegas, I planned a backpacking trip to Capitol Reef National Park.  We tackled Mt. Olympus and Mt. Timpanogos together, too.

Just before I turned 21, I announced that I wanted to go on a mission.  My dad, delighted, was certain my choice would bring blessings to me and my family.  I went to a Spanish-speaking mission in New Jersey.  Every week, I received a page-long typed letter from my dad with scriptures, encouragement, and . . . lessons from his own mission to Argentina.

 Our family went on lots of weekend road trips to Utah's national parks.  My dad liked to work in visits to the local cemeteries so he could mark the locations of ancestors' headstones on his GPS. You can see my sisters are not big fans of hiking.

Victim of a prank while napping!  My dad fell asleep  SO easily.  When we were younger, my sisters and I would fill his hair with plastic barrettes while he snoozed on the couch.

When we found out my dad had cancer, I took off a semester of college to help my mom take care of him. I was 24.  One of my sisters had just left on a mission, and the other was attending Southern Utah University.  It was hard to watch my dad get so sick.  He didn't complain much; he was just very meek.  

            I love reminiscing about my dad and smiling about the fun things we did together!  I miss him - I wish he could have come to my college graduation.  I wish he could have met Alvin and Miles and Clay.  But . . . I know he is aware of me and cares about me.  I imagine he is very busy and happy in heaven.  And I KNOW I will see him again!  He will always be my dad, and when we are reunited, our relationship will resume and grow stronger throughout eternity.

P.S. Now I have an amazing stepfather.  He just biked 300 miles from South Jordan to St. George, Utah.  I love him!  But that is a story for another post.