best girlfriend

So, Baby Girl turns thirteen on Saturday. She’s so damn cute it hurts to look at her, and she has the heart of an angel. I always tell her that I wish I’d had her as a friend growing up– she is supportive, caring, diplomatic, and a fierce advocate for anyone she loves. I just can’t believe she’s thirteen; I remember nursing her like it was yesterday, and carrying her toddler chubby self everywhere, and smelling the back of her neck. Actually I still get to smell the back of her neck– she chalks it up to another Mama Thing.

Right now she’s way into cooking, which is a great thing on many fronts. The 27th was our anniversary (nineteen years– woo hoo!) and Baby Girl brought us breakfast in bed.

The thing is, she’s a bitty thing, so while she’s been baking independantly for two years (her big bro and his friends beg for her chocolate chip cookies), she can’t use the stove (gas, flames, long hair, paranoid mom) so I bought her an electric skillet. Pretty amazing what you can do w/an electric skillet.

We were out of cheddar cheese, and she was making quesadillas (requested) so she used Velveeta. Great tortillas, simmered in butter til crisp, with Velveeta between– it doesn’t suck.

Right now she’s making lasagna. Life is very good!