And So it Begins

Yesterday Trinity turned 13.  I can barely believe it.  I'm not old enough to have a teenager.  Okay, maybe I'm old enough to have a teenager.  But I shouldn't be.  It's not right.  Not even a little. 

Age sucks.

Ironically my own twin has already dealt with this era of life twice now, so this is nothing new for her.  But it's new for me.  Somehow being a mom of little kids makes you feel like you're still young yourself.  But being a mother to a teenager immediately thrusts you into the world of the "old" and "uncool."

I don't care.  I'm still cool, damn it. 

I just can't believe that my little girl is a teen.  I'm experiencing all of the clichés right now; the "where did the time go"s and "it all passed in a blink of an eye"s. 

It was just yesterday that I had one of these:

Now I have one of these:

Except for this was taken at the beginning of the year, so she's actually taller now.  And more "teenagery"-looking. 

We went out to dinner last night in a mini-celebration of Trin's 13th birthday, but Trin is having her actual birthday party tomorrow night.  It's going to be a slumber party again, so we'll have seven giggly girls running around all over the place.  I'm letting Elijah have his friend Lino spend the night too, that way he will leave the girls alone and not end up getting tied to a chair like last year. 

On the plus side, if I'm stuck getting old, I'm glad I get to go through the process with awesome kids.

 

Oh my gosh, I'd kill to have just one hour of them back at this age again.  Here's one of my all-time favorite pictures of Trin:

 

 

I swear she didn't shove that screw driver in an electric socket.  It just looks like she did.  Okay, last one....

 

 

 *sniffle*

Happy Birthday to my [not so] little girl.