Not to make you feel old or anything, but
…Rilla is ten years old today.
The posts from the week following her birth gave me a lot of smiles. And then I just sat here quietly freaking out for a while because that was TEN YEARS AGO.
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All in a blur
Nine years, can you believe it?
The intrepid artist
December 31, 2014 @ 2:36 pm | Filed under: Art
Rilla and I have been trying to work in our sketchbooks daily. I feel brave when I tackle a subject like my stapler or a piece of fruit, and then I watch her casually sit down and commence drawing something massive and complicated with utter confidence. She is dauntless. I am inspired.
How it feels…
…to get the latest Eric Shanower/Skottie Young Oz graphic novel for your birthday.
She’s been waiting for this one for a long time, in girl-years.
Magical Eight
Eight. I’m not alone in feeling like this year passed in five minutes, right? This child was practically born on this blog, and I just. can’t. believe. she’s eight years old.
Read today:
The Little Fur Family (Huck’s first time)
The Secret Garden
Okay, yeah, I’ve been there.
March 9, 2014 @ 9:21 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Rilla on why she didn’t put away her playdough: “Well, I expected myself to go back and do it, but I didn’t.”
How to Make a Six-Year-Old Happy
November 1, 2012 @ 2:51 pm | Filed under: Food
Crackers.
Cold cuts.
Kitchen scissors.
The End.
Rilla-My-Rilla
August 27, 2009 @ 7:04 pm | Filed under: Rilla, These People Crack Me Up
All my best Rilla material—the stories and quotes I want to save forever—winds up on Twitter and Facebook these days. (That’s the fastest way to jot something down.) But just in case Twitter goes kaboom someday, I think I’ll start a Rilla-page here for easy future memory-laning. Like most three-year-olds, she is one funny little monkey.
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Rilla, drinking water from a mug, asks if we can pretend it’s coffee.
Me: “Sure! How is your coffee, ma’am?”
Rilla: “I don’t like coffee.”
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Rilla: “Mommy, can we have a babysitter named Daphne?”
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Rilla chirps, bouncing: “Mommy! I’m going to free mini-Hawk Girl from the dungeon!”
Rose explains: “She means buy it on Amazon.”
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Rilla deposits terrifyingly lifelike snake on my feet, announces: “It won’t eat me. ” Pries open rubber jaws, peers inside. “See? It won’t.”
(She sounds disappointed.)
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Rilla names letters on cereal box: “L-I-F-E.”
Scott: “What’s that spell?”
Rilla: “Butterfly!”
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Rilla’s question of the day: “Which people bounce?”
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July 22nd. She just came in carrying a small wicker picnic basket. Knelt, opened basket, carefully spread napkin on floor, took out A BOWL OF CEREAL.
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July 17th. “Mom, what’s your favorite color? Choose red.”
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July 13th. Rilla has spent the past 20 sitting in an armchair licking a little piece of Japanese candy with all the intensity her 3yo self can muster.
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Spent the last two hours wearing a necklace on my head as crown because I am (so Rilla declares) Mommy Princess. Forgot about it until I leaned over the dishwasher and it fell in.
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July 9th. Rilla found reading big fat YA novel. “This is my faborite book.” 3 minutes later, book is cast aside in disgust. “I don’t like it. It has WORDS.”
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July 8th. Overheard—
14yo: “Do you need help pouring the milk?”
3yo: “Nope.”
14yo: “Are you sure?”
3yo: “I don’t want to be sure.”
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(a work in progress)
Most Important Meal of the Day
August 17, 2009 @ 8:04 am | Filed under: Rilla, These People Crack Me Up
Me: Are you ready for breakfast, honey?
Rilla: Yes.
Me: What would you like?
Rilla: Pizza crust.