Smiles.

He gave his first smile to Grandma Julie.

Look who came to visit!

It's Uncle Chris.


Guess what he and my husband did while he was here.




Any guesses?



It involved wood.



They worked from sun up to sun down.



Have you figured it out yet?



It required a lot of teamwork. However, Chris was definitely the site manager.



Rosie, please note Ryan's Carhartt pants.



They (mostly Chris) worked for at least 16 hours making the plans, getting the cut list together and whatever else he did before they even entered the shop. It was very impressive to watch.




They're building my kitchen cabinets!



See the tall pieces in the back? That's the pantry.



I'm so excited I could just pee!

What was I thinking?

It was my sophomore year in high school. My
cool older sister had a party for graduation and I hit one of her friend's cars in the driveway and didn't tell my parents, I thought I could save the money and pay for the cracked tail light without them ever knowing. I don't know how I thought I would save the money, I didn't have a job. My dad always said we would work our whole lives, just enjoy high school and he'd give us money when we needed it. Well, after a few weeks of the incident, the girl called our house to collect the money and my mom answered the phone. My secret was out.

"What was I thinking?"

My senior year in high school I was pretending to be mad and I used all the strength I could muster to throw open our garage door. It broke, costing my parents hundreds of dollars in repairs.

"What was I thinking?"

Just a few weeks ago, I needed to shower but Grant wouldn't fall asleep so I put him in his vibrating chair outside the shower so when his bink fell out I could slip my arm out of the shower door and put it back in his mouth. When I got out, he was soaking wet. He was getting sprayed by the shower over the door.

"What was I thinking?"

I hated 7th grade. We were moving to Utah the summer before I started 8th grade and someone signed my yearbook, "Have fun in Utah. I know I will here. I won't have to look at your ugly face ever again." I literally didn't have any friends and I hated eating lunch by myself. I wanted detention during lunch so I called a girl a bitch within earshot of a teacher. Now, not only did I not have friends but I managed to make myself an enemy.

"What was I thinking?" Upon arrival in the Beehive state I made my first friend, and life was good.

Take time to read the book.

I decided to sit down and read the owners manual to my camera my dad bought me when we had Grant. It was a very smart thing to do.

His close-up went from this,


to this.


Much better.

I just love his big feet.

He makes me laugh.

Grant is sleeping, he starts to get agitated, really squirmy, his face turns beet red. I think he's going to wake up ready to feed. But wait, he ate only 45 mins ago. Did he not get enough to eat? Is my milk drying up? Did I not drink enough water today? Have I not consumed enough calories to produce the milk my growing son needs?

Then he farts, he farts loud, and drifts back peacefully into dream land.

I laugh.

When does farting become gross? When we know better, I guess.