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We made her!
Rissa’s clear, perfectly pitched (to our ears) soprano drifts down the stairs. She is in the shower, as she is every night after her dance classes. For the grace that she exhibits as a dancer, this child, after 3 hours of sweating, smells like a dead goat. David and I are both working on our…
I don’t think I’ve really lived until now.
Says Rissa. This morning, Rissa experiences our friend Leslie’s homemade jam for the first time. She has two pieces of toast – each sporting Leslie’s gourmet jam. Strawberry balsamic on one, peach bourbon vanilla bean on the other. She sits for a moment in front of her plate of toast. “I am about to have…
Which face is better?
Rissa asks. At bedtime. “Pardon?” “Which face? If you had to rate them?” “This?” She does her best impersonation of a bucktoothed gopher with a cold. “This?” She looks like she’s been hit in the head with a shovel at her left jawline – lips all askew across her face. “This?” She sticks her tongue…
Neil Patrick Harris and Demon Poodles
Did I mention that Rissa doodles? Graphic novelist in the making? Demon Poodle and her sidekick Bloody Bedlington Terrier? *** This week we made pumpkin pie muffins/cupcakes for the bridal shower. We covered them in cream cheese icing. http://www.thecookbookcritic.com/archives/2005/10/pumpkin_muffins.html Ours looked pretty much as good as these ones. “Cream cheese icing is my GOD. I…
Popcorn Apocalypse
It’s afternoon snack time!! I have just thrown in a bag of microwave popcorn when David calls to have me find a file. I run upstairs to find it, but immediately realize the folly in leaving unattended microwave popcorn, so I run back downstairs and ask Rissa to stand guard. “Can you please listen for…
Cool Rissa tricks
“You should feel this Mummy,” says Rissa, as she deliberately creases her forehead. “It gets all lumpy. It’s awesome!” “I always liked that I could move my scalp back and forth,” I reply – taking my fingertips and moving my scalp over my skull and then reaching over and moving hers. “Wait! Wait!” she begs. …
We made her!
Rissa’s clear, perfectly pitched (to our ears) soprano drifts down the stairs. She is in the shower, as she is every night after her dance classes. For the grace that she exhibits as a dancer, this child, after 3 hours of sweating, smells like a dead goat. David and I are both working on our…
I don’t think I’ve really lived until now.
Says Rissa. This morning, Rissa experiences our friend Leslie’s homemade jam for the first time. She has two pieces of toast – each sporting Leslie’s gourmet jam. Strawberry balsamic on one, peach bourbon vanilla bean on the other. She sits for a moment in front of her plate of toast. “I am about to have…
Which face is better?
Rissa asks. At bedtime. “Pardon?” “Which face? If you had to rate them?” “This?” She does her best impersonation of a bucktoothed gopher with a cold. “This?” She looks like she’s been hit in the head with a shovel at her left jawline – lips all askew across her face. “This?” She sticks her tongue…
Neil Patrick Harris and Demon Poodles
Did I mention that Rissa doodles? Graphic novelist in the making? Demon Poodle and her sidekick Bloody Bedlington Terrier? *** This week we made pumpkin pie muffins/cupcakes for the bridal shower. We covered them in cream cheese icing. http://www.thecookbookcritic.com/archives/2005/10/pumpkin_muffins.html Ours looked pretty much as good as these ones. “Cream cheese icing is my GOD. I…
Popcorn Apocalypse
It’s afternoon snack time!! I have just thrown in a bag of microwave popcorn when David calls to have me find a file. I run upstairs to find it, but immediately realize the folly in leaving unattended microwave popcorn, so I run back downstairs and ask Rissa to stand guard. “Can you please listen for…
Cool Rissa tricks
“You should feel this Mummy,” says Rissa, as she deliberately creases her forehead. “It gets all lumpy. It’s awesome!” “I always liked that I could move my scalp back and forth,” I reply – taking my fingertips and moving my scalp over my skull and then reaching over and moving hers. “Wait! Wait!” she begs. …
We made her!
Rissa’s clear, perfectly pitched (to our ears) soprano drifts down the stairs. She is in the shower, as she is every night after her dance classes. For the grace that she exhibits as a dancer, this child, after 3 hours of sweating, smells like a dead goat. David and I are both working on our…
I don’t think I’ve really lived until now.
Says Rissa. This morning, Rissa experiences our friend Leslie’s homemade jam for the first time. She has two pieces of toast – each sporting Leslie’s gourmet jam. Strawberry balsamic on one, peach bourbon vanilla bean on the other. She sits for a moment in front of her plate of toast. “I am about to have…
Which face is better?
Rissa asks. At bedtime. “Pardon?” “Which face? If you had to rate them?” “This?” She does her best impersonation of a bucktoothed gopher with a cold. “This?” She looks like she’s been hit in the head with a shovel at her left jawline – lips all askew across her face. “This?” She sticks her tongue…
Neil Patrick Harris and Demon Poodles
Did I mention that Rissa doodles? Graphic novelist in the making? Demon Poodle and her sidekick Bloody Bedlington Terrier? *** This week we made pumpkin pie muffins/cupcakes for the bridal shower. We covered them in cream cheese icing. http://www.thecookbookcritic.com/archives/2005/10/pumpkin_muffins.html Ours looked pretty much as good as these ones. “Cream cheese icing is my GOD. I…
Popcorn Apocalypse
It’s afternoon snack time!! I have just thrown in a bag of microwave popcorn when David calls to have me find a file. I run upstairs to find it, but immediately realize the folly in leaving unattended microwave popcorn, so I run back downstairs and ask Rissa to stand guard. “Can you please listen for…
Cool Rissa tricks
“You should feel this Mummy,” says Rissa, as she deliberately creases her forehead. “It gets all lumpy. It’s awesome!” “I always liked that I could move my scalp back and forth,” I reply – taking my fingertips and moving my scalp over my skull and then reaching over and moving hers. “Wait! Wait!” she begs. …
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