So I have made it through the busy and emotional week. I think the busy-ness made it a bit less emotional. I was just doing so many things that I forgot to mourn. Not sure if that was good or bad, but the day of Grandpa's funeral, I let it out. It's still a bit abstract to think that he is gone, because I didn't see him everyday, so it just seems like he should still be in the nursing home. It really hit me when I was labelling a photo of Jared for all of the great-grandparents - I've never written "Great-Grandma Unger" or even "Grandma Unger" when refering to my Grandma. It's always been both of them together. This is the first grandparent that I've lost, and I think that's odd, since I'm almost 28. Maybe that's also why it feels so strange. I think the part that affected me the most was when the family was in the quiet room after the funeral, and my uncle took my Grandpa's wedding ring off and gave it to my Grandma. Yet, I always have to remind myself of what my Dad said: It was harder to see him in pain while living than to see him at peace in death. So true. If there was one thing my Grandpa was sure of, it was his salvation and that he was going to be with Christ. What a blessing for us all!

On a different note, I had my trial and I won't post the details, but things look good for me! The judge reserved his decision, meaning he will go over the trial and make a decision in the near future. I don't see how he could rule against me, at the most he will rule 50/50. Ask me about it sometime.

And Jared is just thriving. He now stands totally on his own for as long as he feels like it - I can set him down in the standing position. That's a little weird, not having to bend down so far. And he walks a few steps on his own when he wants to. He's just learned how to walk consistantly with just holding onto one of our hands, instead of both. And we always knew that he would be a talker, and boy is he ever! We are constantly turning the volume up on the TV if he's in the room, because he just natters, and natters loudly! He's even saying a few things - "Hi" and "Duck" a couple of times. He "quacks" like crazy! And knows which animal does quack, both when we say "duck" and when he sees one. And I'm pretty sure he says Daddy - he definitely knows who Daddy is and when Ryan goes upstairs, Jared stands at the gate and yells, "Dadda! Dadda!" I'm excited but kinda disappointed that Daddy came first over Mommy. I reassure myself by saying that it's because Jared hears me refer to Daddy more than he hears Ryan refer to Mommy. And his fourth tooth is about to make its appearance. He is definitely all boy! Everything from "vrrrrr"-ing with trucks to his complete busy-ness and go-go-go!!! There is no doubt about it! I had him weighed when he was 10 months (March 12) and he was 22 lbs, 11 oz.!!! He gained 2 1/2 pounds that month, which is crazy for that age. And I noticed that growth spurt. My arms were really sore for that month and finally have gotten used to the weight.

I've included some pics - don't know where they'll end up in the post - and if you notice between his eyebrows, he's got a mark from hitting his head on a cupboard that Ryan was assembling.