13

I am officially the mother of a teenager. She turned 13 yesterday, had her birthday party Saturday. If you want to call it a party. All she wanted to do was hang out with her friends and have me leave her alone. The few times I poked my head in her room I was greeted with, "why are in here?" and "can you leave now?" It was the easiest party I've ever thrown. Order some pizzas, which I ordered one too many and gave the extra away free on Craigslist. She was mortified because I had done this, but hey those two really stoned guys that picked it up were happy! (thank you craigslist!!!) She didn't even want to sing happy birthday or have her cake. They ate the cake for breakfast the next morning, no singing or candles or anything. She seemed to have a great time though. All six of her girlfriends slept over crammed in her little room. Those were the only pictures I got, when I snuck in in the morning to see what had happened the night before. And a couple while she was opening her gifts. Her little sisters were really disappointed, they kept saying, "not much of a party-she won't even come out of her room". Oh well, to be a teenager again!