Twelve?

Olivia turns twelve today.  I'm going to make a huge list of the things she says and does right now, so I can use it against her later.

Hey, Liv.

You are very gung-ho about writing and illustrating a book and having it published.  You spend tons of time on it.

You help with Cora like a pro.   Sometimes, you don't even complain about it.

You are obsessed with Minecraft.

You just got new glasses with a skull and crossbones on the temple pieces.  You are obviously far cooler than your parents will ever be.

You can make cookies by yourself with an 80 percent success rate.

Your best friends are mostly boys, but not like that.

You're into ninjas, and you want to make videos about ninjas with your friends.

You have nicknames for each other like "Captain Chicken Teriyaki."

You started playing the trumpet this school year, and you practice every day without being told.

You love audiobooks.  We don't have much private space to offer you right now, so you like to walk around while listening to books.  You love Garth Nix the best.

You love black and camo clothing, but you're starting to be a bit interested in girly things, like makeup.  On Thanksgiving, you sneaked some mascara.  Yeah, I noticed.

You are terribly excited about going into Young Women's at church.  (I am not so much.)


When I give you a job, you get it done.  This is AWESOME.

We love you, Livvie!

Ivy Said:

Toby was making scrambled eggs for breakfast.  Ivy and Maggie were helping.  As he poured the beaten eggs into the hot buttered pan, it made a sizzling sound.  Ivy giggled.


Toby:  "Ivy, do you like that sound?"

Ivy:  "Yeah, it's like a weird pootie."

And today, he also introduced her to burp-talking.  My daughter is a teenage boy.