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Monday nothings

By Robin Dearing
Monday, October 8, 2007

I wasn't feeling well over the weekend. Saturday I spent the majority of the day on the sofa simultaneously watching a marathon of Americas' Next Top Model and MTV's I Love New York. I'm embarrassed to admit that because neither of these shows have any redeeming qualities whatsoever. I love all kinds of reality TV. But these shows are the dregs. That model show with Tyra Banks is just silly. And that Tyra chick takes herself just too damn serious. "Five models stand before me today. But I only have the pictures of four of you. Once I've revealed who's getting the boot, you must cry, hug girls that you just said you hated, then return to the pimp-assed pad you've been living in to gather your skinny-assed jeans ... and go home." Puh-lease. But that didn't stop me from watching the entire season all. day. long. Of course, to cut the sweetness of that model show, I had to flip over to I Love New York, which, I guess, is a dating show. But dang, that's one crazy show. I mean, when did stripper dresses become the epitome of formal wear? Once I found out that the guy that she ultimately picked, dumped her on the reunion show. I just had to watch the whole thing. I guess since I woke up nauseated and tired and just out of sorts, I decided to make sure I stayed that way by watching two hideous (but oh-so entertaining) shows. Around three, I started to worry that I was wasting a precious weekend day. Then I realized that we're always trying to get the most out of our weekends. I often go back to work Mondays more tired than I was Friday, so I let myself have the day and gave into my sickness. Luckily the only medicine I needed was a hefty dose of raunchy reality TV. Of course the whole weekend was not a loss in that Saturday night we watched the Rockies sweep their series! Woot to the Rockies! And Saturday night, we had a great evening celebrating our dear friend's birthday with some delicious food. Here's a picture of Mar from Friday night: Russian%20hat%20Mar.jpg 9 comments

Reason No. 5,623 why my kid is awesome

By Robin Dearing
Friday, October 5, 2007

From Margaret on our way into swim lessons on Tuesday:
"I'm glad we're early because I get to spend some time with you. You're the best woman in the world because you're my mom. Some people may think you're weird or stupid or something but you're not because then you wouldn't be my mom."
Who can argue with that logic? 4 comments

Now we know for sure

By Robin Dearing
Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Yesterday I found a fun widget on MyHeritage.com called the Look-alike Meter. I uploaded a picture of Bill, Margaret and myself and it ranked Mar's looks compared to her parents. Today it says that Margaret looks 4 percent more like me than Bill. Yesterday, I thought that this was definitive proof of what I always suspected, that Mar is a mix of both Bill and I. But when I ran this Look-alike Meter yesterday it said that Margaret was an even mix between Bill and I. Click here to see yesterday's results using the exact same pictures (plus you can see what celebrities it says I look like). OK, so it's not scientific, but it sure is fun. Click over to MyHeritage.com and try it yourself. 4 comments

He’s too cute for his onesie

By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Because you can never see too many baby pictures, heeeerrrrre's Jonas: Jonas%201.jpg JOnas%202.jpg Jonas%20redux.jpg 7 comments

Does it Ring True?

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Monday, October 1, 2007

Alex came home the other day with an envelope full of new ways to spend money. Guess what? It's time to order your high school class ring! Hurry - don't miss the opportunity to fork over up to $450 for a memento of your best years (?) which you will probably lose two days after you graduate and not give a rat's behind about a week after you graduate but the school gets a kick back so order now or you will join the big bunch of unpopular loser kids who can't afford it and are destined to be losers and failures the rest of their lives! OK, that wasn't the verbatim marketing message on the envelope, but that's pretty much the truth of the message. I mean really. Ordering a very expensive ring as a sophomore is just a bad idea. And it's just one more way for the school to reach into my pocket. I'm all for properly funding schools - but do it through taxes and not the incessant extra-curricular fund raising nonsense. I don't want any more wrapping paper, cookie dough, magazines or candles. If the schools really need money then call up our elected representatives and have them do the work to get it and quit asking the students to go begging! It sends the wrong message and the schools who need the money the most have very little chance of getting it like this. And I'm tired of being blamed for being the cheap skate bad guy for telling my kid no, I'm not paying for a class ring and I don't think it's a good idea for you to either. But if that's what Alex ultimately decides to do with his own money, that's his decision. I just hope he'll still have it in 2010. 2 comments

Picture day: Or how I’m learning to let go

By Robin Dearing
Friday, September 28, 2007

Pretty much every school-day morning, I ask Margaret, "What do you want to wear today?" Her answers go something like this: "Something with long legs." "Something soft." "I don't care. You pick." I'm not exaggerating. She just doesn't care — so long as it's comfortable. She doesn't like clothes that are tight, stiff or in anyway uncomfortable to her. Other than that, she doesn't care. So I pick out her clothes. She'll pick out things she wants at the store, but once it's home, she doesn't care anymore. So I was surprised this week when I asked her what she wanted to wear for school pictures and she said, "My froggie shirt." I wanted her to wear a nice magenta shirt that had a slight puff to the sleeve and buttons. She wanted to wear a long-sleeved t-shirt with cherries and a frog on it. Wanna guess what she wore to picture day yesterday? Picture%20day.jpg 6 comments

Happy Birthday, Richie!

By Robin Dearing
Thursday, September 27, 2007

We hope you are having a great day and are getting some valuable Richie time on your birthday. Take a break from potty training and eat some bon bons! Happy Birthday! From your Haute Mama cohorts, Lynn and Robin 8 comments

But They’re So Good . . .Part 2

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Ahhhh, finally it was Saturday and time for the long awaited Community Hospital gala! Dress-up, open bar, good times for a good cause! Alex’s dad Rick was in town to baby sit Asher and play catch with Alex, or something like that. As Dan and I walked out the door to the gala my cell phone rings. “Mom, who’s our emergency vet?” Alex asked. “Emergency vet? We don’t even have a regular vet until Wednesday. Why?” I asked, not really wanting to know at all. “Here, talk to Dad.” “Asher was walking across the deck and swear to god just started choking on something. I was watching him and didn’t see him eat anything.” Rick was clearly distraught as he explained what was happening and I assured him it was not his fault. Long story short, they take Asher to the Vet Emergency Center (they actually have those?) and Rick calls saying, “I need to know what you want to do. They need a deposit on a credit card for $350, authorized up to $500 and unless you want a DNR it‘s another $200.” WHAT THE HELL?? All I want is a drink and to be off puppy duty for the night! But really, when he looks like this, what are you gonna say? Asher%20Xmas%20card.jpg Couple hours later the call comes in saying Asher is resting comfortably overnight at the clinic, his lungs has filled with fluid in the process of choking, his X-rays looked OK (X-rays? for a dog?!) he was in an oxygen tent (oxygen tent?!), and they would go pick him up the next morning unless they heard otherwise from the vet. The next morning Asher comes home with a prescription for steroids and antibiotics and a bill for - get this - $838.76! Did you hear me? $838.76!! That makes it a $400 a week dog! Talk about choking! Asher was pretty doped out all day Sunday and it was a relief to have him like this most of the day as he required very little attention. Asher%20rolls.jpg Like I said, they’re so good when they don’t feel well. But damn . . . don’t know what I’ll say next time. 8 comments

Potty poos and sleeping blues

By Robin Dearing
Wednesday, September 26, 2007

It's my opinion that parents need to teach their children the skills it takes to become successful adults. This differs from those parents who think that the children will lead the way. I feel that I must lay a clear path so that when they are ready for their next milestone all the things are available for them to make the next step, i.e., the previous post of the big boy bed. It was ready and waiting for Soren to take the initiative. If I were not attempting to teach him instead of just letting him run amok I think I'd be doing a great disservice to him. But sometimes running amok is the easier school of thought. For the past couple of weeks I've been attempting to potty train Azure and Soren. I have to say it is the most frustrating process of learning. I'm just about ready to give up although I know that giving up will only delay a very necessary life skill, especially for the 2 1/2-year-old. At the same time, I'm attempting to teach Jonas how to sleep or rather how to console himself back to sleep when awakened by his screaming brother or his early riser dad or the thunder or whatever that wakes him up. It's not such an easy thing and babies need help when learning to sleep on their own as I learned with Soren. I let him run amok until he was 9 months old and I was on the verge of a breakdown from lack of sleep. I'm determined to teach Jonas better sleeping skills prior to 9 months. So my days are going like this: Make the kids breakfast, put them on the potty, clean breakfast, rock Jonas and lay him in the crib, put the kids on the potty, console Jonas put him in crib, wash Azure's accident pants, kiss a boo boo, console Jonas, sweep the floor, put the kids on the potty, rock Jonas, etc., etc. And I'm getting no where with any of it!!! Which just goes to show that I'm full of crap! I'm a desperate momma who needs suggestions on this potty training thing. I've tried bribery, stickers, reasoning, a set schedule and an Elmo potty video. How in the heck do you teach a kid about having to go???? And then going in the right spot???? I did have one ray of hope when Azure told me she had just pottied in her diaper rather than on the pot. Well, at least it was something. Any suggestions would be most welcome ... I'm definitely lacking experience here. 5 comments

Am I brave?

By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Or am I just stupid? Much to my husband's dismay, I've written two columns in the last year about Margaret's school. This one ran earlier this month on the editorial page. Two weeks after that column ran, I attended my first PTO meeting. At one point, we were asked to introduce ourselves. After I said my name and who my child was, another parent asked the question that I dreaded, "Are you the one who wrote those columns in the newspaper?" Um, yes, that would be me, the mom who will publicly call her daughter's school to task but is just now getting around to formally volunteering with the PTO. I felt hypocritical when I wrote those columns and felt even more so while sitting there being justly scrutinized by my parental peers. But you know what? They didn't yell or throw spoiled fruit at me. Instead they were nice and welcoming. The principal even said they have my latest column posted for everyone to read. I was more than a little relieved and am now looking forward to being more active with the PTO. I wish I could do more to help at Margaret's school, but a working mom only has so many hours in the day and heaven help me if I don't have time to watch all the schmaltzy reality shows that I love so much. Plus all those little kids make me a bit nervous. They're all little and silly and childlike — I guess therein lies the reason they're called children. I kept hoping that Bill was going to be the one to step up to the PTO plate, but he's overwhelmed with his job and all the peripherals that go along with it. So now it's on me. I only hope I'm up to the challenge. 8 comments
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