Those Rivett sisters

The other evening, Matt and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. The girls had been quietly playing in their room for a while. Miriam ran out of her room, jumped into the kitchen doorway, arms outstretched, and declared, “Tah-dah!” She was wearing her sister’s size 2T pajamas and some pants on her arms. (Fairly par for the course when you live with a four-year-old mini fashionista). Hot on her heels, I heard Daphne’s little footsteps running from their room and she jumped into the kitchen doorway, arms outstretched, and declared, “Tah-DAH!” She was completed naked and grinning like a cheeky monkey, cracking herself up.


My other favorite Daphne-ism these days is her confusion of “nothing” for “anything.” So any random time that I ask her, “Whatcha doing, Daphne?” she just shrugs and says, “Enny-fing.” I like that take on it much better. Instead of doing nothing, you could be doing anything.

Miriam has been hard at work making books and working on her art this week, which she’s been pretty into for the past few months. I have to wait until she’s out of the kitchen before tossing things into the recycle bin or she’ll grab it and proclaim that she needs that [tube/bottle/egg carton, etc] for MY ART.

She constantly surprises me with things she knows and remembers and picks up. We’ve been playing “20 Questions” on commutes and she’s stumped me with choices like naked mole rat or centipede. She has decided to be a doctor, a nurse, a dentist, a vet, a mountain climber, and a Starbucks barista when she grows up. She’s going to do each job one day a week, and on her day off go to the fire station to help Daphne in her job as a fire fighter.


Though she can name all the planets and the moons of each planet, she doesn’t know some basic things that I have a feeling most of her classmates know. On Sunday Matt briefly had the Superb Owl on TV, and she was like, “What’s that? What are you watching? What are they doing? Is that a game?” She learned the word “devil” from a Roald Dahl story and thinks it’s just a funny little character who sits on shoulders. She has no idea what a church is or what people do there except that sometimes her friends go to preschool there sometimes. Am I failing my kids? Are there books for kids of parents who deliberately football-naive atheists that help explain these topics? There are books for everything these days. Maybe I’ll just let them figure it all out for themselves…at least that way they’d had half a chance of forming a snark-free opinion on either subject.



Week in review – 2/5/18

What we did this week:

One of us left the house in panties (and some other clothes too, don’t worry) every day this week. Even better, she came home in the SAME dry panties too!

One of us got to meet real live firefighters and check out their fire truck at school, and can tell you how and why to dial 9-1-1.

One of us toiled in her shoffice and ate lentil soup every day for lunch. Except tater tot day – thanks for a brilliant Thursday again, C šŸ˜‰

One of us played hooky for a day and watched Blade Runner 2049.

Check in next week to find out which Rivett did what.

What I’m eating:

I’m perfecting my Friday Night Pizza party, with two-ingredient dough. The girls always love their pineapple pizza and Matt and I split a turkey pepperoni pizza. With green olives on my half, of course. You can’t take the midwest out of the girl… This week I also treated myself to a poke bowl for lunch on my day off. And and old breakfast standby, egg-in-a-hole. Despite my careful planning and cooking, my weight was still up this week. We went to the farmer’s market on Sunday, catching a rare weather window when it wasn’t raining.


Yes, they are 2.5 and 4, and yes they can walk. But I strap them into the stroller, throw the occasional snack at them, and every is happy and safe. Miriam’s market must-haves: mini donuts, hot apple cider, a honey stick, and ranch-flavored hazelnuts. Daphne’s must-have: kettle corn. This week I got some veggies to roast for the week and we grabbed Indian food from Tandoozy for lunch.

We had a fun, active weekend. Daphne finally got to start ballet lessons! She has been asking to take ballet class for at least six months. Miriam was so proud to show her the ropes, how to line up before class, and introduced her to the teacher. I worried that Daphne would be nervous or reluctant, but after a brief glance back at Miriam, she threw herself whole-heartedly into class and had a great time!


I guess that makes me a dance mom. Not that kind of dance mom though. I’m with the cool moms making fun of the bougie bakery next door.


2017 – Year in Review



These are my monkeys, this is my circus. The year somehow flew by, the kids grew in leaps and bounds, yet there were some afternoons and middle-of-the-nights that stretched on endlessly. That’s what they say though, “The days are long, the years are short.”

Miriam is learned to write her alphabet, her name, and all of her friends’ names, is studying cursive, and is on the verge of reading. She is constantly drawing pictures, making art, and “writing” books. Daphne only had a handful of words this time last year, and now prattles on in complete sentences to tell us about her days. She cracks jokes and loves playing with her sister. She took an airplane trip for the first time and still talks about it. They both have so much more hair! House of Baldies no more.

We went to Seabrook, Bellingham, Hawaii, and will be in Canada before the year is out. Matt traveled to many more but less interesting places for work. I went to Silver Cloud for a night and it was the best sleep I’ve had in over four years. We said goodbye to Greta the Jetta and welcomed Wanda the Honda into our lives. We’re both still employed and we kept these monkeys plus a wiener dog alive for the whole year so I can’t think of any greater accomplishment.

I love vaccines

It isn’t officially fall until we’ve gotten our flu shots. I got mine at work last week, and this morning I took the girls to our provider’s office to get theirs. Daphne handled it like a champ, and though Mimi was psyched up, she lost it when she realized it was going to be in her arm. It was her first shot in her arm, I was a bit surprised myself. But, she recovered immediately upon seeing the toy prize bin.

A Day in the Life – 9.19.14

Last year I read about a Day in the Life Photo Challenge, and although I couldn’t get it together to join the Flickr group and post my photos on the right day, I did my own challenge on September 20, 2013. It was just an ordinary day at home for Miri and I, during my maternity leave. I hoped to be able to do it again every six months but here we are, one year later, and I finally remembered to do it. So on September 19 I documented our ordinary day together, trying to take at least one photo every hour. Admittedly, it’s a fairly mundane documentary unless you have a burning desire to know how a 13-month-old spends her days. I remember to take photos of the milestones and big events in Miri’s life, but these “ordinary” days fly by, Ā merge into each other, and change so fast. I’m glad I’ll have a snap shopĀ of the every-day things.

It’s hard work being a waddler toddler…

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there are boring errands to the post office…


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and then grocery shopping, trying to make healthy choices…

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Then you have to try to put all those groceries away, thank goodness Ted is always willing to lend a paw…

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But lunchtime is always a blast!

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It’s importantĀ to make sure that ArdieĀ gets his exercise too…

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Is Daddy home yet?

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Yard work is never done.

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Nothing is funnier than tummy zerbers and tickles from Daddy!

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…then we have to readĀ stories to Daddy before bed.

See the all the photos from our day on in my Flickr album.


The magic of poutine

I’m of two minds about Miri’s walking: one, she can walk whenever the hell she wants to walk, whenever she’s ready. She’s fine, and normal, and it’s no big deal. No one ever didn’t get in to MIT because they weren’t walking by 12 months. But then the outside world (i.e. other mombiesĀ and babies) encroaches on my bubble and I see other babies younger than Miri walking, and their mamas smugly say, “Oh enjoy it while you can! Because once they’re walking…” and I wonder if Miri is going to be like the family in Turkey that walks on all fours.

Today I was putting away clothes in Miri’s room and she just wandered in, then continued walking across the floor like it was nothing. About twelve steps. I think it was the poutine she had for lunch. That stuff has magical powers.

Speaking of food, I’m having internal conflict between the me who doesn’t share food and the me who is so proud of Miri eating everything. Yesterday for lunch she devoured a veggie masala burger with hummus, then had a chicken verde tamale and some California rolls for dinner. For lunch today we shared poutine then she stole some tomatoes and avocado out of my salad. She is the only person in existence who can reach over and take food off my plate without even asking and not get the side-eye from me. Because Rose doesn’t share food. To be completely honest, the best part about her eating everything is that it makes less work for this Lazy Mom. But it’s also pretty cute watching her deconstruct a sushi roll. I’d show you a picture, but, that would be a photo of a baby with food on her face, and I don’t do that.

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