This is a big year with Courtney starting High School. It's fine, let's not talk about it. When she leaves for school I totally pretend she is on her way to the middle school and that works out just fine in my head. That is, until I have to drive her there and then I cry all the way home. Wee, wee, wee. I hate that she is growing up, she is such a lovely teenager and so that makes it all right. I guess.
Jackson is in 7th grade. He is very handsome. Being handsome is not a good thing. I do not like it. I have told him over and over about how evil girls are and he sort of believes me. Am I dreaming? Probably. He is a good kid.
Bowen started third grade this year and got a wonderful teacher. Bowen is getting tall and handsome too. The spattering of freckles across his nose melts my heart. He is a sweet, kind-hearted guy.
I saw this cute idea for pencils in a Creating Keepsake magazine so my mom and I put a few together for her Young Women and for the little boy's teachers. They are made out of a pack of Rolo's. Cute huh? It doesn't hurt to butter up those teachers a bit, just ask uncle Kimball.
I thought I should throw a picture of the father of all these lovely children, just because I think he's cute. He gave all the kids the customary father's blessing the night before school, something they look forward to every year. He is my favorite thing.
PS Cooper is doing so good in kindergarten. He already learned how to fly. That's our Super Cooper.

The Richards Family
The Bowen family with grandma Richards (yes that is my large noggin covering up the patriarch of our family. Don't worry about it. It's fine.)
Gwen Mathews Richards and Gwen Mathews Cluff. Born 100 years apart.
Uncle Steve had a cake made with her picture on it...she was amazed. We sang and she recited her poetry. Memorized. At 100. Please bless I inherited some of those genes!


Grandmas reaction made it all worth it.

Here is grandma, Garrett and Jack on Guitar Hero.
Bowen hit the ticket
Bowen is a taking-care-of-Gwen expert!
I will never tire of seeing these sisters together. Warms my little heart!
Is there anything better than a freshly washed and squeeky clean baby? I think not.
The littles. Hanging out together. Precious.