I'm a RockStar!!!

I've found it. I've finally found my talent. You know - the one I was born to do. The one that makes me skip my after-the-kids-get-on-the-bus nap in the morning. That talent that makes me feel like a rock star... I know you are all dying of anticipation but I'm going to make you wait for it. You have to meander through my hazy thought process to get to the really juicy stuff. Not to worry, it's worth it.

I'm really a jack of all trades. I'm good at a lot of things, but really could never say I was excellent at any one thing in particular. I guess if I had to choose, it is better to be pretty decent at lots of things than to suck at most things and excel in only one. I should be thankful - only for half my life all I could see was that I wasn't 'the best' at anything.

For example, in high school I was runner up for "Most Talented" in my senior year. We even had a run off vote to break the tie, not that I won... I should have been thrilled that I made it that far, but instead was mad that I didn't win. I applied for a nationwide scholarship with my employer, El Chico Mexican Restaurant, that same year. I should have been over the moon when I found out I came in second. Yeah, I know, it was a nationwide competition and I came in second. That's gotta count for something, right? Again, disappointed. I always got supporting or chorus roles in the musicals in high school, but never the lead. In college my voice instructor 'guided' me towards a new major. Again, disappointing. During my horse training/showing days, I came home with lots and lots of lovely 2nd and 3rd place ribbons. I should not fail to mention that I was 15 years old and competing against professional horse trainers who spent every waking ADULT minute living their profession. But again, I was disappointed.

Now I'm 34. I have graduated from college (where I really was happier as a business major than a music major). I've had the chance to work a few office jobs and then have felt pretty successful running my own business managing properties and rentals. And, I'm finally feeling pretty on top of this whole wife and mom thing (I know, just give me a minute to blink and my kids will be pre teens and I'll be moaning in agony). So, still I feel that I'm a jack of all trades until recently.

So here it is, here's the earth shattering announcement about Kitty Cannon and what's she's really good at and can't stop talking about. It's yoga! I absolutely love yoga! Last year my friend told me that she had started doing yoga and that she thought I would love it. Without saying it so bluntly, she basically said that I'm pretty high strung and that she thought yoga would help bring balance to my life. Again, put ever so gently and delicately as to not upset the in reality EXTREMELY high strung Kitty Cannon. So, I didn't really give it a second thought for about 6 months. Then my friend told me she got her certification to teach yoga and invited me to join her class. Wow! Can I say that from my very first class with Elizabeth (friend, not sister) I knew that she was absolutely, without a doubt, fantastically right about my needing yoga to balance my life.

I love it. I love the focus that it forces me to cultivate. I love the individual challenge that it brings to me personally. There is no competition when you walk into that studio. It's just me, my mat and my mind. It doesn't matter what the woman next to me is doing, but matters what I am doing. It doesn't matter if I can't achieve a particular pose that day, but more importantly what matters is where I am today compared with where I was yesterday, or a week ago or even a month ago. I love the feel of my legs as they shake to support my body as it is challenged to rise above what I thought I couldn't do. I love the feeling of achievement that comes when I learn a new pose or improve on one I have already learned. Somehow, in some crazy way that I don't understand, yoga clears my mind. It calms the 'voices in my head'. I can leave my day-to-day worries or aggravations (in China I have a lot of aggravations) at the door of the studio and walk in ready to be a total rock star.

I'm really good at yoga. My thick body, the one that I've always wanted to trade in for a slimmer and more 'petite' body - my muscular body, complete with a waist that will never, ever have that teeny tiny bikini look to it - that same body that I've never been able to love is awesome at yoga. How did it take me 34 years to find this out? Why did I never know that I am just inches away from a split, or that I can fold in ways that most people wouldn't even dream of? Why did it take me this long to find this one little thing that makes me feel amazing? I feel a tiny bit like Ammon from the Book of Mormon, who says:

"Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things...".

I'm not good at yoga because I am some superior being with super human powers. I'm good at yoga because God gave me a strong and healthy body. He gave me a body that He expects me to use for all kinds of service to others, but also to use for my own happiness and joy. Really, you'd never think that an exercise class would bring about a spiritual connection. But for me, yoga has answered a long sought after plight to love my body and to love myself. I may not be the best singer out there, I'm certainly not the most patient mom or the 'coolest mom ever'. I'm not the smartest or most successful business woman that ever walked the earth and I'm most definitely not an award winning blog author. BUT, when I walk in that yoga studio the entire world outside of yoga stops for an hour and a half and I am                                                            A ROCK STAR!!!!

Family Home Evening - A Miracle in and of Itself

As a child, we didn't have Family Home Evening, aka FHE, on a regular basis. My mom did her best to get FHE going, but with my dad not being active in church at the time, she had her hands full contending with 4 kids. So, having FHE on a regular basis in my own home has been a challenge for us. Lee is really supportive, but so tired from working hard everyday that the responsibility falls mostly on my shoulders. For a long time I was upset that he didn't get more actively involved with planning and presentation. I just thought "Well, if he's not going to be in charge, we just won't do it!"

In church a month or two ago, one of our counselors in the branch presidency gave a great talk on families and on Family Home Evening. He said that his wife had taken FHE as a personal calling. This particular brother works many, many hours of long hard work in addition to his time consuming church calling.  It was so easy for me to sit and listen and to understand why his wife took over the FHE responsibilities. I was really humbled to realize how unfair I had been to Lee all this time, expecting so much from my tired husband yet completely understanding another husband's role as non-coordinator in respect to FHE. What Brother Wilde said that day really hit home for me and helped me understand and support my husband, who does so much to support me and our family. So I've decided that I really do want to follow the counsel of my church leaders, and to do that effectively I need to adopt Alison Wilde's philosophy - I'm taking Family Home Evening on as my own personal calling.

So, I printed out two calendars at the beginning of March and we taped them to the wall next to the table in the kitchen. I gathered a stack of stickers and our Book of Mormon. I then instructed Ying (our housekeeper) that the scriptures are not to be "fan hao'ed" which is my Chingrish adaptation of 'put away'. In our house, we speak in a rather confusing mixture of Spanish, Mandarin and English. 'Fan Hao' (pronounced fawn how) means to put away and I am always yakking at the kids to 'fan hao' all their 'dongxi' (dohng shee).... meaning stuff. I also tell the kids 'Chi famos'(churfahmos) almost daily. 'Chifan' (pronounced chur fawn) means 'to eat', but I love adding the spanish verb conjugation for we, which is '-amos' (think Vamos!) to call the kids in to eat dinner. Anyway, I digress.... Back to the subject of my post - we have a calendar for daily scripture study and a calendar for FHE.

I am so please to announce that for the month of March we had 100% FHE and 93% scripture reading!!! Wohooo! We celebrated our success by eating at Papa John's Pizza for dinner this past Saturday night. The kids love Papa John's and it's probably daddy's least favorite pizza joint in Shanghai, so we did dad a favor celebrating while he was away in Rhode Island. We have printed a new calendar for April and are well on our way to great habits. It would be so easy to try and weasel out of my commitment, if it weren't for my dedicated children, who are there to keep my on my toes. If I ever lack motivation, that calendar is right there, staring at me and my kids are there to remind me and help me stay on track.

 My sister in law has titled her blog "Brilliant in the Basics" and I love her quote from Sister Julie Beck:

"Live in your home so that you're brilliant in the basics, so that you're intentional about your roles and responsibilities in the family. ... think in terms of precision, not perfection."


Many thanks go out to all the amazing people that I am privileged to know here in Shanghai. Our branch is absolutely filled to the brim with wonderful and devoted members who inspire me to try harder and to be better and to be brilliant in the basics. 

Why I LOVE Attending Church in China

Church is 3 hours long. That's a pretty big part of our Sunday and some Sundays I have to admit that I would rather be home reading a book, taking a walk, drinking a Diet Coke or just taking a nap. However, going to church in China has given me a new perspective on church attendance.

On any given Sunday in our branch, you are likely to hear a prayer given in Korean, a testimony given in Japanese, you can listen in to the interpreters helping translate the meeting to Chinese... you can chat with a friend in Spanish or Italian or listen to families from Australia or New Zealand and enjoy their lovely accent. Besides making for a very interesting event, it's really changed me quite a bit. Through interacting with so many different cultures I have felt testimonies that are clear and true and I have heard stories that strengthen my faith. Today was our District  Conference (instead of Stake Conference) and we were able to hear the conversion story of Sister Goo, who is the matron of the Hong Kong Temple. Here is the condensed version of her conversion:

As a small girl living in China in the 1950's (I might be off on the dates), Sister Goo's family escaped and went to Hong Kong. Unfortunately she wasn't able to come with them and was left behind to live with an aunt. Later, her father paid a woman to take Sister Goo and claim her has her daughter at the crossing. Sister Goo was very young at the time. She had to memorize the name of the woman's daughter that she was pretending to be. Once in Hong Kong, her family was contacted by the missionaries. At that time, they were very closed to foreigners and she remembers thinking of the missionaries as "foreign devils". Through interactions with friends and over a long period of time, she began attending church meetings regularly and got very involved with the church. She gave her simple testimony of prayer and praying about the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith. She described to us how her parents would not allow her to be baptized. She would return on Sundays from attending church, where she had multiple callings (even though she was not baptized), she would arrive home to find the house locked. Her mother would lock her out and leave her on the front step with no dinner for hours. Sometimes her friends, seeing that she was locked out, would bring her dinner. At the age of 15 she and her best friend were expelled from their Lutheran school for associating with Mormons. She was too afraid to tell her mother what had happened. Her father, not supportive of her religion, but less strict, arranged for a tutor for her and her friend so they could be gone during the day without her mother knowing she had been expelled. However, rumors finally found her mother with the facts of her expulsion. One weekend while her parents were travelling to Macaw, she was baptized, lying to her parents (who happened to come home early from the trip) and the missionaries about having permission from her parents. After being baptized, she remembered the importance of repentance and told her parents and church officials. Things became very difficult for her at home. One of the missionaries at the time was from Idaho. He wrote to his parents about her trials. They had 6 boys, and invited her to come to America and be their daughter. At the age of 16, she got on an airplane to America. She shared with us that she cried all the way from Hong Kong to Japan.  What an amazing story! I cannot imagine what it would have been like to be left by your parents, only to be snuck across the border later... then to be routinely locked out by your parents, expelled from school just for your association with the LDS church... what an amazing trial of faith! I am so thankful for the examples of others.

Wednesday night we celebrated the Relief Society's birthday with our fellow Relief Society Sisters. It is so wonderful to be in a room full of women from all walks of life, from all corners of the earth, and to share the same burning testimony and love for one another. We spent the evening eating dinner and socializing and finished the evening by watching a video put together by a few of our sisters. Several sisters recorded their testimonies and conversion stories and they were compiled into one video. As we watched and listened to testimonies in English, Chinese, Korean and given by sisters from many other countries, our hearts were full and we felt the unity that the gospel brings. I am truly thankful for these experiences I am  having in China.

Where Did My Babies Go?

The other day, as I was watching Ally and thinking about the little young lady she's rapidly becoming, I came to the startling realization that I am no longer a 'young mother'. When I left high school and went to college, I thought "Holy Crap! I don't live at home anymore!" But, I lived with my older brother, who always looked out for me and my parents sent me money every month to help out. So I really wasn't alone or on my own.... not really a responsible adult just yet. Then I got married. I moved across the country and was truly on my own, paying bills, going to work everyday. I felt pretty good about being so independent. Then, as a new mom I had another "Holy Crap" moment. As I held my daughter in my arms I thought "Holy Crap! I'm a mom! I have to take care of this little human being 24/7 without fail!" It scared me. I fit in at church and in the community with all the other young mothers... moms with babies and toddlers. It was a pretty comfortable place to be. Our kids were so young that we didn't really worry about the influence of peer pressure, homework assignments, choosing the right outfit, censoring what the kids watch and read... I was a "Young Mother" (at least in my own mind) for several years. Even when Ally went to kindergarten I thought of myself as a mother of small children because Eve was only four and Cooper was a baby.

Recently it occurred to me, after I had the 'Facts of Life' talk with my nine year old, that I am no longer a "Young Mother". I don't have babies at home anymore. I can't sit around having conversations with other women about nursing, changing diapers, going through the "Terrible Twos", etc. When I shop for Christmas presents I no longer get to go to all the fun little toys for preschoolers. I am so sad that I can't buy princess dress ups and barbies and baby dolls and strollers. We left Houston and gave all that stuff to Goodwill. How sad! Cooper is still only 4, and I am clinging to that for dear life (just ask Lee, he'll affirm), but really, he plays games with his sisters, is almost completely self sufficient, and really only calls for help when he wants help wiping his tushy! So, I had yet another "Holy Crap!" moment, accepting that I no longer have babies in the house. They are all in school, happy to leave me everyday, happy to explore and discover a world beyond mommy. I decided to share some of my favorite baby pictures. The quality isn't so great, due the fact that digital cameras weren't always what they are now.

Enjoy my walk down memory lane!

 Bikini Evie! She loved, loved to dress up in her favorite grass skirt and swimsuit top.

Eve loved the piano even as a baby! 

Eve is showing off her new earrings... my big preggers belly got caught in the picture.

Evie and Grandma

 Ally's first day of kindergarten.

 Just hanging out in the car.  (we just threw that seat away this summer!)

 Halloween 2002

Bathtime for Ally with Grandma Cannon 

Before Ally banned me from doing her hair!

I miss Ally's curls!

 Cooper as a newborn.

 Cooper sleeping in the bouncer (after crying his eyes out for 1/2 hour while I cooked dinner!)

 Coop sleeping again....

 Cooper came home from his church nursery class feeling very "Thankful for My Ears!"

He's gonna use that shovel and move the whole mountain!

Here's to moving on to our next 'station' in life, gracefully and with no regrets!

Speed Boat Tour in Thailand Part II

The speed boat tour in Thailand was so fantastic! I just couldn't fit it all into one blog posting. Here are some fun pictures of the girls on the boat:

 Ally and Emma, looking a little uncomfortable in those jackets.

Look at those braids! 

 These are two cool dads!

Just hanging out on the boat...

The canoes that we took were really fun. We tooted around and saw some neat caverns.

We went to a Muslim village which is built completely over the water. It is home to about 1500 people who survive on tourism. We ate lunch there and then walked around looking at shops. We were accosted by a lady with a monkey who wouldn't let us leave without taking pictures - and of course, giving her some money.

 Buying ice cream in the Muslim village.

Lunch - left us all a little hungry....

Lee leaving the village.

More of the Muslim Village.

We left our resort rather early - before 8 am - and spent the entire day on the boat. By the time we finished lunch (the heat was so stifling that I actually felt a little sick during lunch) we were all pretty tired. We got back on the boat and headed out to an island to swim and relax. Everyone on the boat fell asleep.

 The Finotto Family Snoozing

 My two guys...

For some reason, Ally and Eve never fall asleep!

Lee took this picture to emphasize the Diet Coke I managed to find....and ice.... 

 
 Just hanging out in the beautiful water.

This was an island beach, only reachable by boat. The whole beach was lined with tourist boats.

The whole day was phenomenal! We had such a great time and saw so many fun things. I think that Thailand should be included among the MUST DO's in life. One must get married, to enjoy the deep commitment and companionship that comes from promising your life to someone else. One must have children, to experience service in it's purest form. One must have a commitment to God, to experience the pure joy that comes from dedicating your life to follow the Savior... and finally (but certainly not most important), one must visit Thailand, to experience a real tropical paradise!!!

 Hanging out at the back of the boat.

This doesn't even look real! Fabio took this picture and then played around with it. Pretty neat, huh?

Speed Boat Tour in Thailand

I've been waiting to blog part 3 of Thailand because our friends, the Finottos, promised me a disc with their pictures from Thailand. Fabio is a great photographer and I knew he had taken some fantastic pictures that I would love to post. When I opened the disc of pictures tonight, I wasn't disappointed. Fabio has some neat lenses and knows how to do some pretty cool stuff. I am positive that he didn't have the disc ready for me sooner simply because he wanted to edit, clean up and improve on his photos using his fancy computer programs!

One of our favorite things we did in Phuket was a speed boat tour. We left the hotel before 8 am and boarded a speed boat with about 25 other people. We toured around many beautiful islands, including 'James Bond Island', where a famous scene from a James Bond movie was filmed.

The kids had a great day, speeding around on the boat. Gianmarco and Cooper were great buds for the entire trip. Gianmarco is six and Emma is 4, just like Cooper. Those three kids were inseparable!

Cooper and Emma taking it all in.

Cooper and Gianmarco hanging out on the bow.

On our tour, we did some really cool stuff. We motored through some amazing forests, where the trees were growing in the water. I wish we had some better pictures, but if you look closely you can see the amazing root systems.

We had a great time at our first stop, which is James Bond Island. Of course, the guys were most impressed to be there!

Another really neat thing we did was take canoes/sea kayaks on a little tour inside the little inlets of the islands. I really enjoyed this. While we were on the kayaks, we were able to get really close to the shore (where the neat trees are) and due to it being low tide, we got to see walking fish up close!

Here are a few pictures of us in our kayaks/canoes...

We also got to go through some neat caverns:

 Our boat went right through here!

After getting this far into our Speed Boat tour, I think I'll finish up the rest on a separate post. The Muslim village and also the last island we visited were both really interesting and will be better covered in the next post.

Triathlon Training Update

Two months ago I decided to train for a triathlon. The idea was daunting, to say the least. So, I found a plan and got started. It's been 8 weeks of hard work, and I'm still not ready for my big day yet. But, I am pleased to report that I am making progress. When I started, I could only run 4K before feeling like I was going to die, right there on the side of the road. I hadn't ever swam laps of any sort and it had been years since I rode a bike for more than a short ride to the kids school. I am please to report that I can now run 8K in an hour.... and still live to tell about it! I usually ride about 14 miles on Saturdays and my swimming is coming along. I was so proud when I swam 1200 m. I still have a long way to go. Each event wipes me out.... I have to be able to swim 800m, bike 23K and run 10K, all on the same day, without really stopping. So I still have some major work to do. Taking the time to reflect today on my progress has been really encouraging. I still have 2 1/2 months before the big event and it is easy to get discouraged. I am having a lot of fun training and can't wait for the big day. I am enjoying learning how to swim properly. I've been watching all the youtube videos possible to help me improve my stroke. My favorite website, www.beginnertriathlete.com, is really helpful and I love reading everyone's stories about their first Tri. One of my big motivators is to be able to send in my story to be published on the website. Today I completed 8K without wanting to puke at the end, which is a great achievement.

Today I posted this on Facebook:

"What's the best thing about pushing yourself to finish the 8K run you started??? Knowing there's a diet coke, hot bath and a plate of cheesy nachos waiting for you at home! Talk about a runner's high!" 

I'm going to sign off now and go enjoy some cheesy nachos. As my good friend Vanna always says "Ciao!"