I can't wait until she's sixteen.

Hallelujiah! My crappy camera broke! Dang. my trusty camera broke. I don't know how it happened. My loving husband finally opened his wallet enough to let the moths fly out and get me a new one. But he didn't pay the extra forty bucks for rush shipping, so it'll probably be a week before I get it. But yay!

This morning, I noticed Olivia lying flat on her back, wiggling up some new jeans that were given to her by a friend with an older, super-hip daughter. They're shredded, sequined, and embroidered. She is in love with them, but they're very, um, snug. Finally, she got them up over her hips, sucked in her gut, and snapped them closed. Then, she stood up, squatted, and did a little booty dance.

"Olivia, what are you doing?"

"Just settling my booty into these jeans."