a funeral, smores, fishing, and a bump

There's not a lot of things I like about funerals.  Two reasons being that this time I had a hard time fitting into something to wear and that I look ghostly white in all the pictures (dang you slow emerging summer sun...)  I haven't had to deal a whole lot with death. I can probably count the number of funerals I've been to in my lifetime on one hand.  But this funeral was for my grandpa.   He was such a great man and it's a shame that very few of the grandkids knew him how he was before the stroke.  

I was 8 when he got sick. I have some great memories of him that I will treasure like gold.  I remember walking with him to Food Center many a times to get dry ice to ship chocolates.  On occasion, he would let me pick out a Creamie to devour back on our way to the candy shop-always being chocolate or banana (those still are my ultimate favorites today...).  He always teased us kids or in my mind tortured us until usually we cried or someone got hurt. (But we still loved his horseplay and would go back for more...)  And then there was the whistling... always whistling, smiling, and sneaking his hand in the box of mixed nuts when grandma wasn't looking.  He will always be remembered in my mind as the grandpa he was when I was 8.  I know that he watches over me and will always be in my heart.  

Love you grandpa

                                      

Now,  onto camping....

                                       

                                      

Brent could see that I needed time to relax over the weekend so we packed up our gear in the Malibu and drove to Owyhee reservoir in Oregon.  Brent is in love with the kickboat his dad gave him last year and I finally found out why he loves it so much.  I thought he was kidding when he told me it's the best way to relax, and I soon found out I loved it totally want one too. Course, I'm not sure where a second one would fit on the Bu...

                                      

                                     

We found an awesome spot just down river of the dam and set up camp.... while Samee decided she wanted to go for a swim...

                                          

...dumb dog went all the way out on the log and didn't know how to turn around.. so she fell in the icky green goop just moments after arriving.  Gross...

                                           

The Eborns' new smore tradition-forget the graham crackers! Move over Chips Ahoy Cookies!!

                                           

Fishing at Swan Falls just 20 mins from home...

        

        

Not the biggest fishes ever, but boy do those smallies put up a fight!!

Latest and greatest bump pic... 17 weeks. 

I'm totally freaked out how big I'll be at 37 weeks if I'm already this "maternal".  For sure it's been a exhausting ride so far.  I'm still waiting to hit my second "golden" trimester that's filled with lots of energy and and vigor...still waiting.............waiting.............Bueller...  BUT! we are SUPER stoked for our ultrasound coming up on the 19th of July.  We will be finding out what it is and I'm crossing my fingers that my mother's voodoo pencil trick is right, since we are looking only at boy stuff right now.  I've felt a few flutters every now and again, but they never show up when I holler for Brent to feel...silly baby.  And the heartburn....oh the heartburn....... only 22 more weeks!