Blaise is officially a teenager! Blaise celebrated 13 trips around the moon back in September. Insert all the cheesy parent commentary about how he’s the best kid, we’re so proud of him, he’s turning into a fine young man… yadda, yadda, yadda. All true! No need to waste time or space going on and on about Blaise. To sum it up, he’s pretty awesome. And I think we’re doing an okay job raising the teen.
Everyone always warns parents about the teenage years. I am loving it (so far, and I’m sure I will longterm). I love how they get older and wiser, and able to have more in depth conversations. Mixed together with strong opinions and the ability to argue their case against any parenting decisions we make, that they disagree with. They get sarcasm and dish it back, and the eye rolls! I enjoy the eye rolls, really. Just a few of the teenager benefits. It could also be that I’ve had five kids all go through the younger years, and I’m more than ready for a change. If anything, Maive, at four, is way harder than Blaise at 13. She’s a little dictator.
This was the first year we didn’t set up an official party in advance. Blaise wanted something small. He invited a few friends to sleep over and then they went out the next day for pizza and VR. Easy peasy. Another benefit of teenage years, smaller parties. I think it was successful!
I wonder what he’ll want for his 14th birthday. Fourteen! Somehow 14 sounds much older than 13.
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