I can't post all the photos here, but if you go over to my other blog, Major Bedhead, you can see the ridiculous post I put up in honour of Olivia's 13th birthday.

I often grimace when thinking about having another teenager in the house, but so far, Olivia's been a great kid. Yes, she's moody and listens to FAAAAAR too much Hannah freakin' Montana, but all in all, she's fantastic.

She lives with diabetes rolled into her life and is amazingly well-adjusted about it. She just rolls along with it and amazes me nearly every day. She doesn't seem to have pity parties, she doesn't complain that it's unfair (and if she did, I'd certainly feel like she'd be entitled to feel that way), she just does it. Sometimes she'll roll her eyes or sigh when it's time to do a site change, but 97% of the time, she's OK with it.

She's a huge help to me with the little girls. She doesn't mind Boo's endless questions and wanting to play with LaLa, although when she's had enough, she's had enough. She deals with a dad who hasn't seen her since last Christmas and copes with the trials and tribulations of middle school fairly well. I don't think I could ask for a better kid. She makes me proud on a daily basis.

Happy birthday, Olivia!

Her presents, you ask? Why, a Hannah Montana CD. And a honking big pair of headphones, so I never have to hear her again. You know you'd do it, too.