Today we went to Grandpa Powell's funeral. The kids were really pretty well behaved. They had a few questions when we walked through the line and saw him in his casket, but they seemed to be fine about it. I know Dave was glad that we stopped and saw Grandma and Grandpa Powell a few weeks ago, when we were in Salt Lake, since it was the last time he saw Keith.

The funeral was nice, most of the kids talked about riding horses and hunting with their dad. It sounded like he was kind of crazy in the routes he would take the horses on and the scary incidences they had on them. David was a pallbearer, so we went to the cemetary as well.

After the funeral we went to Chili's with Dave's sisters and their families, and Fred and Carol too. We had a great lunch and the kids got to sit with the cousins and that made them pretty happy.

Dave talked us into a Cabela's trip after lunch and we spent a couple of hours walking around, and taking in all the stuffed animals. I especially love the aquarium, and so do the kids. We spent the rest of the evening at Sugarhouse Park. The kids played on the park stuff for quite awhile. Dylan mastered the monkey bars for the first time and while we were watching him, he started saying, "Go Dylan, it's your birthday!" It was so cute.

Dawson was trying his hand at running and jumping, trying to grab onto the monkey bars. He kept falling short and Dave gave him a lesson on jumping off one foot while still running. It was hilarious to watch.

Speaking of hilarious, if Dylan notices people laughing at something, but he doesn't necessarily think it is funny, he will say hiLAR-i-ous, in his funny little drawl. And then it really is hilarious.
What awesome kids we have.