Holy Moley!

So I was dressing Cannon the other day and I tried to wipe the dirt off his arm. It didn't move. Oh, a scab? No. He got his first mole! And there is another one on his upper thigh. The funny thing is that I have a mole on my arm in the same place as Cannon. Genetics are weird. Speaking of genetics, Cannon is turning more and more into Ryan everyday (personality wise). Here's the proof:

shoe fetish-Ryan
doesn't want to take off the shirt he is wearing-Ryan (when he was a kid)
absolute love for teddy bears-Ryan
lover of asparagus-Ryan
favorite flavor is mint-Ryan
football enthusiast-Ryan
a fish out of water-Ryan

Are you seeing a pattern? Keep in mind that these are things we have not taught him. I'm sure there's more and will be more! I love my guys! I love seeing Cannon's personality unfold, whether it comes from me, Ryan, or the unknown.



Enjoying a chilly day at the dog park.