Some recent favorites.

Friends for life, they just don't know it yet. The super cute exit of Harry and Lucy, don't they look so happy. After the sparklers, they drove off in a semi-truck and lived happily ever after.

At the same wedding. You'll normally see Grant running just like this laughing uncontrollably. I think he gets it from his father. This was at the Manti Pageant just before he landed on a stranger's blanket and drooled his blue M&M spit all over their blanket.

My sis-in-law. I see so much of her personality here, I love it.

You never how much parents love their kids until you become one yourself. Geez.

Sloppy Joe

He loves to tell jokes.

Tom and his wife Mary go to the fair every single year. And every single year Tom asks Mary if he can go on a helicopter ride and every year Mary says, "No Tom. The helicopter ride is $50. $50 IS $50 you know." Year after year it's the same answer "$50 Is $50 you know."

In Tom's 72nd year of his life, the pilot of the helicopter ride overheard the conversation and tells Tom he'll take him and Mary up for free as long as they don't say anything. If they speak during the ride, they would have to pay $50 after they landed. They have to absolutely silent. Tom is overjoyed!

As the helicpter touched ground after the flight the pilot comments how surprised he is Tom and Mary were able to be so quiet.

Tom responds "I almost spoke up when Mary fell out, but $50 IS $50 you know!"

My Grandpa, the comedian.

I love this kid.

He speaks his own language, he tells me secrets, he kisses me on the mouth then wipes off his spit from my face, he throws his head back and laughs when I'm laughing, he plays with his own shadow.

I love my life.

Not much.

Grant at 14 months old.

Me at who knows how old. I think we look alike.

Have You Ever Seen a Kangaroo?

How about a one-legged kangaroo?

Ever been kissed by a camel?

We did both of these things this weekend.

We went to a strange zoo in Moapa, Nevada.

A monkey jumped on my shoulder and I hated it. I've never liked petting zoos. There's something about being in an enclosed area with unpredictable animals that makes me nervous. Imagine the average petting zoo. Now subtract the sheep and lambs and add a room full of ropes with monkeys that I swear were on crack, ant-eaters with bloody tails, and sloths. Our tour guide sensed my nervousness and told me I should leave the room if I'm uncomfortable with the thought of these animals jumping on me. I left.

This is Ryan's grandma. I love her, so.