I can’t possibly be old enough to have a 12 year old. But for some reason, my oldest child insists on getting older. Cole is a wonderful boy and we are so very proud of him. We love how much he’s learning and growing, and always so nice to his sisters

This weekend has been one constant party for Cole. It started with grandparent’s day at school on Friday, where the 6th grade hosted a day for grandparents to come and see what they are doing. There were activities and treats, and Ryan’s parents enjoyed coming to see Cole’s work at school.

As soon he came home from school, we had to get him ready for his scout campout. He and the two other boys in his troup, plus some leaders and one dad, went to Willow Park in Lehi for their “winter/spring campout”. I’m glad they waited until a warm weekend, so I wouldn’t quite so much. He made it home just fine, though, Saturday around noon.

Saturday evening, he had his bowling birthday party. Eight of his friends came, we played games, opened presents, and had a bowling lane cake (Here’s Paige’s Version), and then Ryan (what a stud) took them bowling. They had a great time! Cole even got his own bowling pin for all his friends to sign and bring home.

Today was his actual birthday, and he got set apart as a deacon and recieved the priesthood, which was a neat experience. His grandparents came for that and stayed for dinner. So, now we’re a bit partied out, but no–Megan’s birthay is in another week, and we’d better hurry up and figure out what we’re doing for that!