The day was exhausting. I was exhausted but there was only this final stretch left to go. Getting Canon to sit still for pictures.
It was his first birthday which I thought would be a breeze. I mean I had nothing but time currently since peace was finally achieved. But no... a one year old doesn't care about time. They care about chaos, especially when they're in a group.
"Canon!" Mom squealed holding up her camera. "Look at grandma!"
"Almost done here. Smile Canon," I practically begged him. But no dice. Conan started clapping and singing Wolfie Wears His Woolly Coat.
"Wolfie wears his woolly coat,
Even when he sails his boat.
He howls a song, he hums a tune,
Dancing gently with the moon."
Canons face lit up and everyone quickly started taking his picture before we lost the smile again. "How adorable!"
"Cute!"
"What a well behaved baby."
I owe that all to Conan.
"Good job today," Conan cane closer and fed Canon some cake. "Let's get you comfortable."
