Collin had some friends over to celebrate his 12th birthday. (I can't believe he is so "old." It's scary.) I made pizza and they ate a bunch of other junk too, and, of course, cake and ice cream. They also played basketball and tag, watched a movie outside in the backyard, and played frisbee with a pizza that I accidentally forgot about on the grill. It was black, and they thought it was hilarious. That's 12-year-old boys for you. This was a few days before his birthday.
On his actual birthday, both sets of grandparents dropped by with money (the most exciting gift at this age), and my parents also brought a candy gram.
Priesthood. Both his grandfathers also participated. He is named after both of these great men. Collin is such a good boy and we are very proud of him.