In honor of his 12th birthday, we moved Bret and our family to a new, lovely house.
In between all the hubbub, we managed to celebrate by getting his hair cut (and allowing for the red psycho gel), opened some presents and went out to dinner with family that was in town for his ordination.
Twelve is full of quirky new annoying things that I am constantly trying to brush off with a simple, "(sigh) he's twelve...."
(since I'm posting now this in August I should like to report that the first 3 months of 12-year-old-edness have been successful and fun. He enjoyed Scout Camp immensely, loves passing the Sacrament and holding the mic during baby blessings, and even if he won't admit it (a'hem) he puts on extra deodorant spray for the combined YM/YW activities...)
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