“Anything interesting happen in school today?” “My Mom lost to Your Mom.” I gave her a look. She sighed, despairing for my ignorance. “In dodgeball today. We lost.” Ah yes. Rissa was in a Dodgeball tournament. She and her friends were split between two teams. Rissa’s team was “My Mom” and the other team was…
Rissa repels blankets. She starts the night all cozy underneath the sheets and duvet and comforter and afghan, all of which she apparently needs to have. “I like the WEIGHT, Mummy. It’s almost like there’s an elephant on me.” David and I reckon we can upgrade to a lead blanket or, perhaps chain mail –…
It’s no secret that Rissa gets wound up at bedtime as soon as I’m in the room. I imagine that it’s crazy breeding crazy. I’d been in the city all day, so last night, Rissa was desperate to show me what she had created as an ‘add-on’ to her peacock costume. “Ooooh! Ooooh! You have…
So sometimes you just suck at parenting. You make bad choices. David standing at the top of the stairs with Rissa cowering below him on the landing three steps below. “Go get your book! You are old enough to be able to go down the stairs by yourself with the lights on! If you don’t…
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…
Rissa is at the piano. Surreptitiously, I watch from the kitchen. She sings as she plays Adele’s Someone Like You – she’s been working out the chords with David. How she can sing and play at the same time mystifies me. Her lovely soprano drifts across the room, she has perfect piano posture – she…
So, in spite of having spent hours and hours exhausting her body in dance intensive camp – Rissa was still wired at bedtime. I made her chew a mental calmness stress-relax tab as soon as she got into bed. Before she read for 10 minutes. I was trying to forestall the onslaught that is Rissa. …
No time to post this yesterday – better late than never… Couldn’t find a pic of Alfred E. Newman in drag as an over-protective mother So today is the first day of Rissa’s aerial arts circus camp. At the end of her day, she will be catching a bus, riding to the subway, then taking…
Rissa has always been a little off-centre. I was about to say that I blame David for that, but I couldn’t type it with a straight face. Instead, I shall say that we are equally bad influences, but in good ways. I do think that she gets her sense of humour from him. The pair…
This is the story of how Rissa almost blew chunks on the family room rug. My mothers-in-law came over for dinner the other night. They brought regular fruit crumble and gluten-free, possibly sugar-free crumble. David’s Mom is doing the gluten-free thing, I’m doing the gluten-free thing. The rest of the folks got the sugary-gluteny-oaty-goodness and…