Having a daughter turn 13 was scary enough, now she is a stroppy 14 year old and I feel I am rapidly losing control. And I had so very little in the first place. Another evening goes by with her phone and iPad taken off her and she is lying on her bed hating us.
Oh well last week was her birthday and all of us went out to dinner, with no drama, it was really lovely, probably more for me then anyone else but having First Born, Smalls and Golden Boy all together is a rare treat. And there was no bickering.
Puddings were a must.
Blimey who is this young man!?
This is what happens when you don’t have puddings very often.
Then at the weekend Smalls had a sleepover, oh the noise 5 teenage girls can make, and the mess.
Happy Birthday Smalls, stop hating us, we are the adults and we know best.