To make up for my last post.

This was Grant Saturday morning.

Eating breakfast.

Playing in his exersaucer.

Practicing his grip with Daddy. He can hang on for a pretty long time, this will be helpful when he waterskis.

It's nice to have Ryan stationed at HAFB for reserve duty, he comes home for lunch.

He still has to be swaddled to go to sleep.

How I wish this picture wasn't blurry.

Naptime.

Watching General Conference with Mother.

I just love to stuff my face in this part of his head.

All of Grant's clothes came from Rosie, they smell like her home...until they get puked on. I miss Rosie.

It's from Brazil.

This granite is from Brazil.

Wait, it has my name on it.

Is that a kitchen sink?

And a faucet?

It must be my kitchen!!!

It's getting so close to being done, I can taste it. I love this kitchen so much I want to make out with it.

(I'm going to repaint. We changed our mind on the countertop after we painted.)

Hi Aunt Liz!

Photos courtsey of Kara.

I did it.

I washed my cell phone in my washing machine a few weeks ago. I deleted all the messages today and didn't listen to any of them.

I'll get a new phone in November. Until then, call me at home. If you don't know my home number email me.

Mrs. Anderson, this one's for you.

I was born with very good genes...in my mouth. I would go the dentist every 3-6 years and walk out feeling triumphant because I was just told I have no cavities.

The dentist would say, "I'll see you in six months, right?"

"Sure thing!" Then I snicker and think, yeah right, see ya in six years.

I've often heard that when women have babies, they're more prone to cavities. I was having a little bit of pain in my mouth.

Have I mentioned I'm afraid of the dentist? I don't even know why. Maybe it's because when I was 10 I had some really crappy dentist do a very invasive procedure in my mouth then walking home because we didn't have a car and stopping in the middle of a big high school football field and crying. I should really get over that. It was 20 years ago.

Luckily, I have a cousin who works at a dentist's office and she holds my hand and strokes my arm and comforts me through the whole terrifying experience.

Today, Dr. Jones told me I have not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE cavities. FIVE! I have to go back for two separate appointments to get those things filled.

I'm terrified. I would rather deliver another baby then have a cavity filled. I tend to be a little dramatic. I've never actually had a cavity filled, perhaps it won't even hurt. But I'm scared.

Yes, I'll be back in six months and I'll never skip flossing.ever.again.