My 2 favorite memories are going shopping with my grandma, my mom, and my sister at the ZCMI center and going to the Tiffin Room for lunch. That's where all the old ladies ate, and I thought it was a pretty classy place for being in a mall. But I always thought that was cool because it felt like a legacy of moms and daughters (my mom's her only daughter). At some point in these shopping trips we would get chocolate, but not just any chocolate: seafoam. It's fabulous. If you've never had it, go to a chocolate shop and try it.
My second favorite memory is jumping off her porch and getting grounded. I think I have about 40 cousins who would nod and smile at this. We'd end up lined up on the porch all grounded for 15 minutes for jumping off. For some reason this is a fond memory.(?)
But some of the other really great things about my grandma is that she always made dinner for the elderly, even when she was in this classification. She was always well mannered, but felt entitled to cuss in her old age. She didn't judge, but loved you for who you are. And my was she a proud woman. I had the privilege of doing exercises with her in her last year of life to help with balance and general strength and endurance. And no matter how many times I told her to use her walker, the very next time she'd come to the door without it. She said it made her look old.
I love my grandma and I'm so happy that she's with my grandpa and the rest of her family. I'm also greatful for the plan of salvation. So many of my many cousins were raised away from the gospel and have difficulty taking comfort in the passing of a loved one. I only pray that they listened to what was said today and know that everything is truly ok for grandma now.
He's a natural; no complaints about his life jacket that is too long so he can't even sit in it, or the bumps, or the sun in his eyes, or the occasional cold spray. 
All in all though it was a nice afternoon. Mid-80's for the air and about 70 for the water. It was a little cold when you first jumped in naturally, but truly not the worst I've ever been in (
I thought that something about being a mom made you tougher, but I think it had the opposite effect on me. I was so excited (I put sunblock on this AM instead of lotion and drove around with swimsuits and 
Regardless of choppiness, I had to slalom. It's my true passion. But due to the turbulent waters and the wind, I couldn't see where I was going at all. When I was cutting back into the wake, sometimes it surprised me just how soon it came up.
My hands have lost all of their wonderful callouses. While I still claim that they look like man-hands, they no longer function like man-hands. They started to hurt from gripping the rope, I guess mowing the lawn a handful of times this spring hasn't quite brought them up to snuff. And I hope that I never hear the excuse of someone not being strong enough or too out of shape to 
Getting into my shorty wetsuit, now that was a trick. I thought we were going to have to pull out the 
My dad bought Perfect Pass for the boat this year. It's pretty much like cruise control for a boat which is really awesome if you know how hard it is to keep a motor at the 17mph most people prefer to 
Thanks Mom (who couldn't make it) and Dad for always fronting the money and taking us boating. We love it.
Dylan had is four month check up earlier this month where we found out that our strapping lad is in the 95th percentile for height and the 90th percentile for weight and head circumference. I say not bad for the runt he started out as. At that appointment I told the pediatrician that I thought he was teething because he chewed his fingers and drooled a lot, and she said that every four month old acted like they were teething. His first tooth broke through two days later, followed shortly by the next. 
Needless to say shots and teeth in one weekend was a little rough, but Dylan really tries to be happy even when he doesn't feel great. Dylan is also more mobile than I think any four month old has a right to be. Last night he spun around on the couch, then launched himself off head first. So if you look close he's a little bruised at his hairline, but there's not even really a lump regardless of how it looks. He can really move though, spinning on his belly and even making some limited/accidental forward progress if he wants something. For anyone that doesn't know I fly in the face of SIDS and Dylan has slept on his tummy since he was 1 1/2-2 months old. So when he woke up this morning and he sounded a little less muffled than usual I said to Wes, "I bet he's pushed up on his hands talking and playing." But when Wes went to get him I was wrong, he had rolled over onto his back and we missed it. It was probably more on accident than anything, but still he rolled.
If anyone tries to tell me that his eyes still might change color, I won't believe you. I think those baby blues are here to stay despite how brown mine are. I've finally taken the sling out of his tub so he just sits in the water to play, he's a fan of water which is fairly important to be a member of this family. Incidentally, his scar doesn't look too obvious in this picture, maybe it won't be so bad after all.
Dylan has recently become startled more easily and cries 1/2 the time when I leave the room. Both are a little frustrating. As for the startling, I spend a lot of time trying to scare him, now he just giggles instead of screaming. It's a pretty darn cute giggle, too. He is constantly auditorily self-stimulating. The boy likes to hear himself talk, and it's pretty funny. I'm a little torn what to do at church when he's making noise, because he's completely unaware of church protocol. Or that "Shhhh" means to tone it down a little. I'm just waiting for the Piercy's to give me the stink eye for not keeping my kid quiet. And lastly, hopefully within the next month he will learn how to keep is own pacifier in. On the other hand I'm a little sad about how fast he's growing up and learning to do things. He's not just a tiny, helpless baby anymore.