Time keeps on tickin, tickin,tickin into the future.

My baby girl turned the big ONE THREE on Monday. I can't believe I'm the mother of a 13 year old. I've been seeing the signs for a while now but it's official now.

The plan was to get the candles on her cake and wake her up with a birthday ditty. However she slipped into the kitchen undetected and met us with a "GOOD MORNING!" It bout scared the you know what out of me! I screamed NO! Then "Get out get out get out! I tried to step between her and her father so she couldn't see him lighting all the candles on her cake and I rustled her back to her room. We finished up the cake and walked down the hall to her room where her ceiling fan promptly took care of her candles before she could. *Sigh* We tried!

What did we have for the most important meal of the day? Chocolate cake with chocolate genache and chocolate shavings. What a great breakfast huh? We figured it would be something she would remember. I'd like to think she'd remember it fondly some day when she's old like me. :)

The rest of the day was up to her. She opened gifts, then we went to lunch. We shopped (she had a gift card to spend yo) and then we went to a movie. After the movie she chose to have dinner at Chili's. I was very surprised by the choice. I guess it's just further proof she's growing up. No Mickey D's for her! We finished the day watching a movie she got as a gift and eating yet another slice of her fabulous birthday cake. (No wonder I gained 2 lbs!)

All in all I think we did a good job. We tried to allow her to lead and not stick with all the stuff she USED to like. I think it was a wise choice. You don't turn 13 everyday you know!