Thirteen

It was thirteencandles day for LittleA today. Nain and Taid came round for dinner, which was great. I already adore this photo.

Twelve.

LittleA had a sleepover party the night before, with an attic room full of besties, 13 balloons, party snacks and umpteen secretlysnuckin bags of sweets. Music was played and films were watched, and gossip was gossiped in sleeping bags.

We were expecting her to do the ‘Kevin Turns Into A Teenager’ impression this morning, but I think she forgot amongst all the excitement.

She loved her present off us too - a Fender acoustic Sonoran. We managed to get hold of the mahogany version which has been like hens teeth (it plays ‘warmer’ apparently, and is quite uncommon in a 3/4size).