I am a mother of a thirteen year old. How is that possible??
I've little time to adjust to ages and birthday milestones around here. It's currently "Birthday Season" (like Christmas season). All three turn their respective ages within 21 days of each other. And all four years apart. I'm still marveling at how funny that is.
But I digress.
What's thirteen look like, you ask?
Well, it's 5ft 7! It's 180 lbs. It's bushy-I-cut-my-hair-once-for-every-3times dad and brother do- hair. It's mouthy. It's nosey. It's astute. It's adept. It's nimble. It's handy (especially for putting a dvd for lil sis or watching the kids when we go out). It's scary. It's moody. It's goofy. It's never boring. LOL
And here it is, 11 at night, when its been told to 'turn the screens off or it'll be taken away'
Yes, that's the PSP against his chest, thinking I won't see it when I look into his room.
Happy Birthday. I love you.