Our Pride and Joy!!!

So, Julie and I decided to see what our first bundle of joy would look like. We went to Maury Povich's "Baby Maker" with photos of the two of us and this is what happened!!! The results are, well, scary.

Dylan's eyes, and mouth, with Julie's nose and chin and hairline (with her wedding veil on). Isn't he/she/it cute?

Day-Dreaming....Until D Notices Me Staring off Into Space

What have YOU been dreaming about lately?
Day-dreaming, nighttime-dreaming....either way.

I've had SO MANY thoughts rushing around in my head lately. It's so hard to focus on anything when you've got all those distractions going in the ol' thinker.

I dream of....

It magically NOT snowing this winter. I dread it. I'm getting depressed just thinking about it. I dream about an endless Fall ( I adore the Fall) - if only it didn't just keep getting chillier and chillier. I hate driving in the snow, walking in it, feeling the cold creep in no matter how hot the heater is turned up, I hate it getting my pants soaking freezing wet, so I have to peel them off and let them thaw. But especially driving in it (hopefully we will get a new (used) car soon that handles the snow infinitely better than my 2wd (rear-wheel) tiny truck)

Worst fear in the wintertime (oh, and thank Google Image search for all images - I'm at work, I can't drudge up photos from ye ol' iMac)

A Pandora that is truly free again (without a 40-hour-a-month limit - I work 40 hours A WEEK, people)

Having endless time to work on crafty projects, which I've had a surge of desire to create and sew and paint and decorate since we moved into our new place (post coming soon of photos of our new place, as it looks pre-crafty-project-completion)

I just started cutting out pieces for my ticker tape quilt, like the one shown above. But unlike the random rainbow of colors shown here, I'm going to do mine in Yellow, gray, black, and white. Surprised? Not if you know my obsession since wedding-planning almost made these my wedding colors.

In down time, I often think about our summer vacation to Capistrano Beach, California. Walking downtown, feeling the salty air making my hair miserably helpless, smelling the ocean constantly, feeling the sun beating down (some days), not caring what I wear or how many times I'd already worn it that week, the quirks of our beach house that is an old nuns' retreat, the quaint shops, Disneyland and not being able to go on most rides I loved there cause I was carrying a tiny little baby Cannon; I even miss the Michaels there (I bought SO MUCH yarn there to make burp cloths....) - which brings me to the point - I think I dream about that place because it was there that was the last time I was pregnant with baby #1. The day I got home from there, the end began, and so I think I associate Capistrano with that happiness and joy and excitement that came with being pregnant.

Which leads into the last thing I'm dreaming about.... (and I must point out that I can say these things because it's my blog and I trust that it's safe with those who read it)
Holding a tiny little baby in my arms. I want it so badly that it hurts, every day. D and I want to get pregnant again so badly....We thought it would happen right away like it did last time (those Duke genes, ya know)...but for now, it's just a matter of when the Lord thinks we're ready for it again.
And today, this is what consumes my daydreams.

Back to School, Back to School...

...to prove to Daddy I'm not a fool. Well, actually I'm going back because it's Fall and if I don't go back to school it will take me eighteen years to graduate from BYU instead of seventeen. Still, I am dreading this upcoming school year. In general, I like school (well, now that high school is over). I thoroughly enjoyed this summer and being able to spend nights with Julie. At least this time around I bought a notebook and some pens before the second week of classes. So, I am slowly but surely improving. You know what's the only thing I'm really looking forward to with school starting? BYU FOOTBALL!!!!

I hope you all especially appreciate the hit laid on Utah's Jordan Wynn by Jordan Pendleton. Pendleton is not the brightest or nicest guy (just listen to any interview featuring him) but that's great when playing football!

I Hate Edward but I Love Jason and Ilarene

   I have something to say very quickly about my last post (for those who have not read the 4th Harry Potter or seen the movie, you may want to turn away from this spoiler). While reading The Goblet of Fire, I was shocked and saddened when Cedric was killed. Then, Julie informed me that Cedric was played by the same guy who plays Edward in Twilight. Now, I do not have any more feelings of sadness about Cedric's tragic death.
   With that out of the way, I want to talk about the sealing I was able to witness on Friday the 13th. It seemed like kind of a scary day to get married, but my friends, Jason and Ilarene, decided to do so, anyway. Fortunately, there are no horror stories to report. Rather, it was a beautiful day in which I had the opportunity to reflect a lot on the five months I have been married. Julie and I have already been through a wide host of experiences. I can honestly say that I've grown more and learned more in the last five months than I had the first 24 years of my life combined (including my mission). I have learned a lot about myself, gained greater patience, become a better person in many ways and have come to the realization that I need Julie. Without her, I am not whole. I don't know when this happened, exactly. But it has. And I know it will for my friends, too. We were able to watch much of their courtship, see them fall in love, and were at the sealing where they bound themselves to each other and God. Julie was their photographer and was able to capture their love through her art (and also was able to capture us a nice paycheck! Huzzah for sugar mamas! Oh, and you should check out her photo blog and tell her how awesome she is at what she does). I'm so glad we were able to be a part of it and to think back about how we started and remember why we took the plunge of marriage. All I can say to Jason (also known as Strawberry because of his red hair) and Ilarene (who has always wanted a red headed husband) is when things get hard, remember why you love each other. If you do that, your life will be good--mine is.

Shameful Confession

Kids dressing up in anticipation of the movie. At least I'm not this bad...yet.

  In Julie's last post she revealed something I was trying to keep mostly on the down-low: I am reading the Harry Potter series...and enjoying it, thoroughly. In fact, I am becoming a bit of a Harry Potter nerd. Now, this "revelation" might not seem too shocking to many but on my Cannon side of the family this is a little bit taboo. You see, my Cannon relatives are fantastic people but almost all of them have a bit of a contrary streak. My Dad and my Mom are probably the only two people who were raised in Provo, graduated from Provo High and BYU while still managing to be Democrats. My brothers Alec and Geoffrey both bought Lakers jerseys when they were kids to wear to a Jazz-Lakers game that our Aunt gave us the tickets to (who is a die-hard Jazz fan). That same Aunt has never seen any of the Star Wars movies because everyone else HAS. So, when I started reading the Harry Potter books, a series that (heaven forbid!) everyone else likes, it was going against the grain. But, they should know, I am about a decade late to be on the bandwagon and my selling out has not come without any prices. Have you ever walked into a public library as a 24 year old man with no kids to check out Harry Potter? Librarians respond to me in one of two ways there: 1- they are super nice. A little too nice. I get the feeling that they look at me like I am either slow or finally bravely overcoming the shackles of illiteracy. 2- they look at me like adults look at teenagers going trick or treating on Halloween. If they were not being paid by my tax dollars, they might even ask, "Aren't you a little old for this?" Thankfully, I have a friend at work who is also 24 who is an even bigger nerd than me who owns all of the HP books. Now, I can just tell them when I am done with the books and ready to start the next one without being judged (whether that is real or all in my head). It makes the magical trip on the Hogwarts Express so much less embarrassing.