Yesterday Emma turned 13. I have a teenager in the house. How did that happen?
Craig surprised her yesterday with a great gift. He took her to his very funky hairdresser for some highlights. She has cut Craig's hair for 15 years and has cut Emma's hair and watched her grow up. Eve's hair is either purple or blue and as a woman in her 60s she clearly has danced to her own drummer her whole life.
So what did Emma choose? Blue. She bleached out the bottom 1.5" of the ends and now they're electric blue. What more could a teenager ask for?
She also got the more traditional stuff--charms for her bracelet, a sound dock for her ipod, balloon bouquet from her Grandfather and of course the slumber party with her best pals. I think I'm more tired than they were from getting up to tell them to get to sleep.
It was all fun and Emma cleaned the main floor of the house yesterday (including vacuuming) so I think 13 will be fun. I'm still in shock that she doesn't look like this anymore: