Dylan-boy is 12. My sweet little hurricane. Now he is anxiously awaiting armpit hair and a voice change. (He has me frequently check for any sign of hair under his arms, but so far, nothing.) His birthday celebration continued on for about a week, beginning with Grandpa and Grandma Holiday coming for his ordination to the Aaronic Priesthood, and ending a week later with a shark cake and some friends. In the middle there, Lyns and Dylan went to the Los Angeles Temple for their first trip to do family baptisms. They each did 100 names, the little troopers that they are, and the highlight for Dylan was doing an ancestor whose name was Harry Potter. Not even Harold Potter, just Harry. He'll always remember. It was glorious, and here are some pictures, which are always better than my words.
Happy Birthday, Little Man! I love you, and I couldn't be more proud of who you are becoming.