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Thursday, February 15, 2007
With the exception of my mom having a strange and mysterious illness, it’s been a mostly uneventful week in the Lickers household. This is a good thing. My mom being sick is not such a good thing. We’ve made three trips to the ER in the past week and each time left with no more answers or a definitive diagnosis than the time before. The good news is that the gajillion tests they ran all came back normal. The bad news is because they all came back normal nobody has a clue what’s causing her distress. My mom is going crazy because she is not the type of person who likes to sit around on the couch because she has no energy to do anything more strenuous than that. They’ve ruled out stroke, hepatitis, heart problems, kidney failure, West Nile virus, brain tumors, and a host of other things. Now we’re down to testing for carbon monoxide poisoning, voodoo curses, and the mal occhio
At any rate, I hope they find out soon what it is and give her some magic cure. The fortunate thing is that she has three daughters in town along with her husband to fret over her, make jokes that most families would think insensitive, bring dinner and grandkids to cheer her up. And we know that we are blessed with good health in general and are mindful of those not so blessed.
All this makes me understand some culture’s custom of bringing as many children as possible into the world so they have a gaggle of people to look after them in their later years. It makes sense from that perspective. And it makes me ponder my own “elderly” years, several decades from now, when I might be in the same boat. Thinking of Alex’s current aversion to compassionate care, I’m starting to think the celebrity craze of adoption make sense. Maybe I ought to start thinking of that as a way to make sure I have more than one prospect for a ride to the hospital.
All kidding aside, I hope my mom gets well soon. She has a lot of stuff to do - cookies to make, quilts to finish, curtains to sew, worlds to save. In the meantime, she at least has her whacked out grandchildren around to make her laugh and her daughters who keep telling her a pedicure and a bottle of good red wine can work wonders.
By Robin Dearing
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Yes, it may be one of those made-up holidays invented by greeting card companies, but that doesn't mean that you can't take the opportunity to remind those that matter in your life that you love them.
Valentine's Day at The Daily Sentinel office is marked by a steady stream of floral deliveries. We wander around the office enjoying the bouquets and oh-ing and ah-ing. It's a nice day.
Bill always gets me something lovely. This year was no exception:
Tulips. Oh how I love them. They're so elegant without being pretentious.
All of us here in the office got an early Valentine's treat yesterday in the form of a just-turned-one-year-old little boy who stomped around and delighted us all:
Soren is such a sweet little boy. His sunny face lit up with every new toy he discovered as he made friends across the office.
I even took a little video of him.
Sweeter than chocolate, that one is.
By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Considering how sick Margaret was last week, the fact that she has just a random cough and a bit of a runny nose today is amazing, but so goes the immune system of a healthy child.
Margaret attests her rapid recovery to the vast amounts of Sierra Mist Free
that she drank over the past week.
Normally soda of any sort is a special treat beverage, but she suffered six days of fever and claimed that the soda had some sort of healing power. So we let her drink it. It has no caffeine or sugar and it made an otherwise miserable child happy.
After drinking a can of the diet "pop" (as some like to call it) myself, I was lead to ask the can of Sierra Mist Free, "What is the point of you? You have nothing of value. Bubbles are nice, but what do they add to the world, really? Gah!" It responded with a gentle fizz and said nothing else.
I think I was a little delusional at the point as we'd spent the last week up many nights with a coughing child. And instead of resting on the weekends, we ensconced ourselves in the world of home improvement.
It seemed that everything that we attempted to do was thwarted by either my own stupidity (enhanced by the Dearing gene that suggests one should never read the instructions on anything until after it's broken) and bad luck. But we are pretty much done with the kids' room shuffle and the transformation of Mar's old room into a little office/TV room for Bill and me.
Here are couple quick (and blurry, for some reason ... I'm gonna say that it's to add an artistic flare) pictures I snapped this morning of Mar's new room and our "office":
When Margaret was just a few months old, my parents came for a visit. At the time we only had a crib and a changing table in her room. My mom asked me one day, "Can we buy Margaret a dresser?"
Never being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly agreed. We ended up buying an unfinished chest of drawers and then my mom and I painted it ourselves. I will always love that dresser.
This room isn't a really a "room" at all, but a converted service porch. It's attached to our bedroom and worked wonderfully as a nursery and then as a tiny bedroom for Margaret. Bill commented last night how strange it is to not have our little girl right next to us.
We agree that it's best for everyone, but we always loved having her so close. And once again I'm having trouble remembering just why it is that kids need to grow up anyway.
By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Monday, February 12, 2007
The second and third weeks of Febraury are really busy ones. There is birthday after birthday and then of course Valentine's Day.
When Soren was due last year I kept telling everyone that I hoped he'd get his own birthday and not have to share with his uncles, grandma or even his dad. Somehow he picked the one day in February not already being used by someone else.
His birthday was a huge success. The people here at Birthdays Without Pressure
would have been proud of me. I made chocolate and strawberry cupcakes out of a box with homemade cream cheese frosting. We had some pizza, a salad that I bought from the store, a few decorations and that was it. Even with the day off I was still busy running errands from store to store to pick it all up.
A huge lesson learned was that cupcakes
are HARD work. It is so much easier to make a cake and put frosting on it. I can kiss my cupcake business dream goodbye because after the first dozen I was pooped. And to think I thought I could make a career of that...whatever.
All said and thank goodness done I'd say it was a succussful run of February birthdays. I got the cards out mostly on time, a nice dinner on the table for loverhubby's B-day and even an extra special surprise in Saturday's paper for my two main men.
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I'm glad February's a short month. And...Happy Birthday Mom!
By Robin Dearing
Friday, February 9, 2007
That was Margaret’s temperature this morning and I had to take it with her mouth open since it’s been six days since she’s been able to breath out of nose. And six days since she’s been fever free. And six days since she’s done more than lie on the sofa and cough.
The doctor said it is a bad cold. We’ve heard this particular cold called the respiratory flu. And that’s pretty appropriate. It’s got a hold of my little girl and it’s not letting go.
Margaret perked up last night to the point of being almost annoying while my dear Tracee and I tried to watch the season premier of Survivor (it’s embarrassing how much we love that show — I won’t mention that we play a game every week that involves ballots and accumulating points, because some might find that sad. We’re not sad, we’re enthusiastic!).
We had even thought that she might be able to go back to school today. But that fever this morning meant that it was not to be. She’s missed an entire week of school.
Believe me, you do not want to get this cold. Just to be on the safe side, I keep Richie at arm’s length so she doesn’t breathe up one of these uber-germs and get herself sick while she’s all busy growing another person and all.
Neither Bill nor I are particularly interested in getting this cold either so we’re trying to eat well, drink lots of fluids and get enough sleep (which are all difficult to do with our hectic schedules, but we’re making the effort).
I started feeling poorly yesterday so I started using Zicam to help fend off this scary monster virus. I hope it works. If it doesn’t you’ll be reading a lot more complaining about this illness next week.
Here’s to a happy — and healthy — Friday!
Thursday, February 8, 2007
I’m left with the task of following Richie’s blog yesterday. How unfair is that? I’m very happy for Richie. I think people with cute kids are obligated to have several. Robin?
Alex and his posse’s choice of entertainment seems to be movies. Almost every Saturday night for the past couple months they go to the new Canyon View theater to watch a movie. They are running out of new ones to see I think. So Al asked me if he could have the posse over this weekend to our house for movie night.
“Yeah, that’d be fun. How many kids?”
“Well, the usual” he said and rattled off a dozen male and female names.
“What kind of movie do you want to get?” I asked, thinking of the old time comedy classics like Monty Python, Animal House (a really bad idea though) and the original Pink Panthers.
“We like horror movies.”
Gross. My least favorite. Let’s just say we’re going to have to compromise on the movie choice. And my absolute steadfast rule is nothing R rated. I don’t care that they see worse on MTV. I don’t allow that in my house either.
With that settled, my thoughts turn to food. Can’t have a party, especially of teenagers, without food. Hmmmm, pizza? Too obvious. Sub sandwiches? Maybe. Tacos? Too messy.
“Just junk food Mom, that’s all we want.” That’s fine for him, but not for me. I want something that will be fun, and good and since it’s dinner, at least vaguely nutritious.
But really, that’s not the important part. The important part is that he’ll have his friends over, they’ll have fun and they’ll be safe. I’ll know where they are and who they’re with. And since they’ll be gone by 11:00 they won’t be sneaking out of the house while I’m asleep
“Oh, and Mom, please don’t hang out with us.” Duh.
“But you can hang out in your room.” Gee, thanks. Pass the popcorn.
By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Yesterday was Soren's very first birthday!
We ate a leisurely breakfast, got dressed, shoed and reshoed the kid for a short morning walk to the big check-up. As we walked along we pointed out the trees, the sky, the cars all in an effort to stimulate a little 1-year-old vocabulary. Mixed in was an adult conversation about the future of the Ashcraft family.
We let Soren try his strenth by letting him climb the grassy hill that led to the doctor's office.
He played innocently with the germy toys in the lobby...he was facinated by an older girl who talked to herself as she played.
We all filed into the small room. The doctor congratulated Soren on his big day, admiring his T-shirt that announced his #1 birthday and the birthday boy ribbon mama had pinned proudly to his chest.
She chatted to him about his plans for the day while daddy did his best to answer and keep him from wriggling off his lap. He retied his shoes.
"What are you getting for your birthday?" she asked.
Then our fourth heartbeat filled the empty air with a whoosh whoosh...whoosh whoosh.
I looked at Marty with a sigh of relief and he smiled.
"Ooohhh," Soren said of the sound he was hearing.
"He's a big brother for his birthday" I replied.
I got dressed, threw Soren's shoes in my purse, and we walked back home grinning. It was indeed turning out to be a very special day for us all.
By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
It seemed like a good idea at the time ...
When we moved into our house three months before Margaret was born, we knew that some day we would have to rearrange the children's living arrangements. Sean was 10 at the time and was given the second bedroom upstairs. Margaret had the small nursery room that was attached to our bedroom.
But now that Margaret is a couple of months away from 7, we decided it was time to make the big shuffle — unfortunately, we couldn't have picked a worse time.
Saturday, bright and early, Margaret and I headed to store to get Sean a rug and other items for his new room. Then we cleaned and organized the basement room and moved Sean in. We had always used that room as a make shift laundry/office. Now it is a pretty sweet teenage bachelor pad complete with his own bathroom. When he got home from work Saturday night, he was pretty excited to have his own living space.
I remember thinking it was odd that Margaret was so content to spend the day watching TV and doing crafts by herself, but the frenzy of the day left us thankful that she was happy to entertain herself.
Sunday I roused Bill bright and early so we could get to Home Depot just as they were opening at 8 a.m. We picked up paint and various implements of the home improvement and headed home for a long, long day of painting.
When we got home we found Margaret moaning listlessly on the couch. She had a fever, congestion and a wicked cough. She spent the entire day in her pajamas dozing on the sofa and blowing her nose.
By early afternoon we had the painting done. After a couple more trips to the store accompanied by my friend and decorating consultant, Tracee, Bill and I watched/listened to the SuperBowl and hung window treatments in Margaret's newly painted lavender room.
Tracee's husband came over to watch the game and eat dinner (somewhere in there Bill had time to make ribs). Rob is one of those guys that is immediately loved by kids and dogs — ours are no exception. Somewhere around halftime, Margaret started teasing Rob.
"Well, it looks like Margaret is feeling better. She's started calling Rob names," Bill remarked. It was a relief to see that she was feeling better. But her recovery was short lived. Her last night in her little, pink room was punctuated by coughing fits and general discomfort.
We kept her home from school Monday. Bill stayed home with her in the morning so I could at least get in a half a day's work. Then Bill went to work and I took on the task of moving all of Margaret's furniture into her new room. She helped a little by ferrying her kajillion stuffed animals in, but the activity of walking back and forth across the house left her tired.
I continued to arrange her room after Bill got home and warmed up some dinner for us, then I left to teach my Monday night class. After a couple of hours of lecturing, I came home to finish moving Margaret little-girl stuff into her new room followed by moving our office stuff in her old room.
By 10:30, I was utterly exhausted and Margaret was awake and crying. She was so congested she could not lie down and breathe at the same time. Eventually she fell back asleep and so did Bill and I.
Margaret ended up spending most of her first night with her big-girl room tossing and turning in our bed while I desperately tried to stay covered and stay asleep.
Needless to say, I was more than a little envious when looked in on my peacefully sleeping husband and daughter as I dragged my sore and sleepy self out the door this morning.
By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Stephanie here at Metro Mama
brought to my attention a Today Show's recent piece about moms getting together to have a glass of wine while their children play together. You can watch it here
I swear it never even occured to me that it would be wrong to have one glass of wine in front of my kid. I'm with Melissa Summers
that having a glass is no big deal. I think Meredith Viera totally attacked her unfairly in the interview. I mean what a riduculous question to ask if it was okay if babysitters got together for a drink. Everyone knows THAT is probably not okay especially if your babysitter is you know...13!
Although I distinctly remember sitting down one evening last summer with my 27-year-old babysitter and having not one but two glasses of white wine after I got off of work. And, our kids were there.
And what about when my family gathers today for the Super Bowl? I know that there will be a bottle of beer in someone's hand and it doesn't bother me a bit.
I think most reasonable people would believe that these moms know enough not to get drunk in front of their kids at a playdate and this issue was totally blown-out of proportion by the Today Show.
And to be fair here
is Meredith's reply to mom's like me. I left her a comment.
Friday, February 2, 2007
“Hey Mom,” Alex said excitedly over the cell phone yesterday morning. “Can you give us a ride back to school tonight so we can see John play the piano?”
Palisade High School was holding their Palisade Idol contest that evening.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’d like to go to that.”
“OK cool. We’re gonna make signs that say We Love You John and stuff.”
My mom radar started beeping.
“I will only take you if you’re respectful and supportive of him and the other kids.”
“Yeah, of course. Can you give Sue and Joe ride too?”
We got out the poster board and made a couple quick signs. I grumbled to myself as I drove about 30 miles to pick up kids from one end of the valley and drove them out to the other.
We got to the auditorium just as the show was starting, and here’s what was going through my mind:
These kids are going to be a terrible audience. They will be disruptive and talk and be poorly behaved throughout the evening. They will make fun of the kids on-stage. They are going to piss me off. I’ve seen this happen at events like this before.
The first performers came on stage and had some technical difficulties getting their CD started. Here we go, I thought. The kids are going to boo.
Well, they didn’t. They didn’t boo for the first act and they didn’t boo for the second or any other act all night. They were, with one or two very minor exceptions, an absolutely beautiful, wonderful, attentive audience. I wanted to cheer for them!
But I was too busy cheering for all the kids that took the stage that night! I had a lump in my throat as I watched a couple dozen teenagers give performances that blew me away. What an incredibly talented bunch of kids! First of all, for a teenager to get up on stage in front of their peers and put themselves on the line like that takes some serious courage. And then to sing, and play the guitar, and the piano, and the violin and cello so beautifully and with all their hearts was phenomenal to witness!
And the audience? They couldn’t have been more supportive when a couple kids made a wobble or two. They cheered them right through it and clapped just as loudly at the end.
We left before they announced who won the Palisade Idol title. But it didn’t matter. I don’t know how the judges could have decided. All the kids were first-rate and even though I only personally knew one of them, I was so proud of all of them.
Including the audience.