For instance… according to my daughter, these are the signs for “Uterus Falling Out.” Apparently last year, in Grade 7, Rissa and her friends figured it out so that they could torment the boys. I don’t know how accurate it is in ASL, but I’ll be signing it myself from now on. Above Rissa exhibits…
Last night at bedtime. “New career path Mummy! No longer will I be a chiropractor or massage therapist. I will now be… a NINJA. My catch phrase shall be “You will never see me coming!” From her position lying in the bed, Rissa launches herself up at me, pulling me flat against her chest, her…
“If you had a fake laugh what would it be?” Rissa asks as we’re walking to her dance studio. (We have one car, David takes it to school, if David’s late at work, we have to figure transportation shit out. Rissa opted for the walking option instead of biking. This happened half way through our…
Yellls Rissa as she flops down beside me in bed this morning. She is VERY excited. I stifle a yawn, wiping the sleep from my eyes. “October 1st, huh?” “YES!!!” “And October is a good month?” “It’s the BEST month!!! First off, there’s TURKEY DAY (Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up in approx 12 days). Then,…
I don’t know if it’s ALL nature vs nurture or vice versa. But I DO know that perfectionism is genetic. Rissa got her perfectionist streak directly from her father’s side of the family… from her paternal grandmother to her father to her. From the ages of two to about seven, Rissa would melt down when…
“Do you want to see what my navel can do?” We’re in the grocery store. Rissa is in full-on lunatic mode. She has been tying bunny ears on all the bags of our vegetables. You know… so they’ll be securely closed and it’ll look like we have an entire cart full of transparent rabbits. (I…
The first week back to school was surprisingly easy. Disproportionate levels of ease. It was smoooooooth, it was cream cheese icing, it was James Brown. This second week back to school is kicking our asses. We are so frickin’ tired. It feels like we have a new baby or puppy in the house. We are…
“BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAA!“ Rissa was laughing… maniacally… behind my back. We were waiting for our luggage to be pulled from the storage room so that we could all pile into the van and head back home from our girls’ dance weekend in Toronto. “What are you doing?” “I just totally licked your elbow and you didn’t notice!”…
We didn’t realize for the longest time. She was masking it so well. She was coping. But it became apparent this morning that my daughter has… she has… dishwasher blindness. (sob) Comparable to night blindness, dishwasher blindness tends to hit at a much younger age. Early signs of dishwasher blindness seem innocuous. Dinner ware might…
From a distance, she looked like a cartoon character – those big white paws grabbing for the soccer ball in that massive net. It was kind of like watching Mickey Mouse as goalkeeper. She made some incredible saves and had some kick-ass kicks. When she was in net, my heart was in my throat. Under…