And just like that, we officially have a teenager. She was incredibly grouchy through the fetuccini alfredo I made for her from scratch, the walk around the block with the dogs, and blowing out the candles on the Oreo cake I made for her, also from scratch. She refused to smile for a photo and only perked up when I told her we’d wait to give her her present until she was feeling better. She bought a bunch of inappropriate clothes with the money we gave her and went to bed happy. I personally had a great day of baking and cooking. Happy birthday, little big one.
Year in Photos 