Over the past few days I've been on the receiving end of two huffs, three eye rolls, and a stomped foot; gone to the mall twice; presided over an agonizing decision making process involving earrings (natch) at Claire's (the neon pink hearts won); and made two trips to the neighborhood fro yo shop. This can only mean one thing...

I am officially the mom of a tween.

Holy hell.

How did this happen friends?? When I started this blog, my world was this (oh and this...sigh). And now it's all Bridgit Mendler, endless negotiating, and clothing drama. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining (I like that Bridgit Mendler, she's got spunk and pipes), but I'm just reeling a bit from how quickly we got here, wishing we could rewind just a tad.

Makes me want to hide out in a bear suit, stomp my feet, and curl up with a big tub-o-fro yo.

If you can't beat them, join them, yes?