Somehow, someway, I have become the mother of a teenager.
Wait.
Wasn't I just a teenager myself? Was it really that long ago that I wore armfuls of rubber bracelets ala Madonna & had big permed hair? Where are those Swatch watches & Flashdance-inspired sweatshirts? Ferris Bueller? Anyone? Anyone? Seriously? That was 25 years ago? Oh heaven help me!
It is official. My daughter is 13 today.
We had her birthday party this past Sunday. She wanted a Glee party. So I had to get into gear to make the big 13 special for her. (Photos are not the best quality, ugh!)
I made the two colorful banners of characters.
Lots of pictures for the walls.
Have to have some of those hilarious quotes.
Not sure if you are a Gleek, but this was the Glee food table (not to be confused with the real food table, of which I did not take a picture.)
We had Mercedes' tots
Lauren Zizes' Raisinettes
Sue Sylvester's Cheerios
Breadstix (The Glee Club's favorite restaurant)
And since no Glee episode would be complete without the Glee Club getting slushied, I made slushie cupcakes.
And cheesecake. She wanted cheesecake. Oh man. Look at it. Not a crack to be had! I think this might have been the first time I made a cheesecake without some sort of
My Glee-ful teenager, taken this morning, officially 13 years old.
She is amazing in so many ways. Can't imagine life without her.
(And...since I can't resist a weather cheap shot---13 years ago today, when she was born, it was a balmy 85 degrees. No lie. 85 degrees on March 31, 1998. Don't think we'll ever see that again.)
