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Happy Halloween!

By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Tonight's the night all the ghosts, goblins, Cinderellas and Little Mermaids come out and beg for candy at stranger's doors. If you think about it, trick-or-treating is a strange practice. We teach our kids to never take candy from strangers — except for this one night where we brave the cold and walk our kids around dressed in any sort of feathery, polyester and plastic apparel so they can ring doorbell after doorbell expecting the folks within to haul their cookies to the door and give the little kids free candy. And I think it's all just great. Mostly because I love to eat Halloween candy and there's no way my kid can eat all that candy herself. I mean, she only gets a piece or two a day and she always ends up with a huge bag that will most definitely go bad if I don't eat it by next week. But tonight won't be Margaret's first time trick-or-treating this year. Saturday, my friend and I walked downtown with our two daughters and a pair of adorably well-behaved twins that I could eat with a spoon they are so sweet to let our gaggle of kids beg free candy from the merchants downtown. Trick or treaters.jpg I love living in Grand Junction and I love it all the more because I live close enough to downtown that we can easily walk down to enjoy the plethora of events and festivals that go on along our charming Main Street. I remarked to my friend Saturday that our downtown merchants are so generous in that they opened their doors and their pocketbooks to allows scores of bedecked children to tromp in and out of their stores for several hours and handed out free candy and expect nothing in return. There were crowds of fairies, ninjas, cowboys, princesses, unicorns and firemen roaming the street as we walked from store to store encouraging them to fill their bags while we tried to keep track of all four kids — it's like herding cats, I tell ya. After the walk down one side of Main Street, our quartet was running out of steam. We stopped at one of the free cookie decorating tables and had the kids make a cookie then sit and eat it. Halloweenies.jpg Lemme just say, I am impressed by the power of sugar. While we were waiting for the kids to munch their pumpkin-shaped cookies, our little Davy Crocket started to fade. His blinks got longer and longer and I'm sure if we hadn't been watching him and chuckling under our breath, he would have fallen asleep right there on Main Street amid all the Halloween hoo-ha. But then, 20 minutes later on our walk back home, he was racing ahead of us trying to be the first one to reach the corner. I am now a convert to the power of granulated sugar. Lookit these girls: Kate cat.jpg Mar butterfly.jpg Pretty cute costumes, eh? Oh? But not as cute as your kid/grandkid/niece/nephew/neighbor's costume? Then prove it by sending pictures of your little ones to me at Robin Dearing by Monday, Nov. 6. On Monday, we'll post all the Halloween costume pictures we get and then you — that's right, dear readers — you will vote on who you think is the best/cutest/most creative costume. The two that receive the most votes will receive two tickets to the Avalon Theater. You can e-mail me or post any questions in our comments. Happy Halloween! 2 comments

Soren Standard Time

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Monday, October 30, 2006

For the last eight months I've been running myself ragged on Soren Standard Time. SST is almost exactly half an hour later than Mountain Time. Since everyone around me operates under MT I'm constantly beginning every conversation with "Sorry I'm late," as I inspect my disheveled self for undiscovered stains leftover from his morning cereal. It's not like I had a perfect track record of timeliness prior to the kid but I could have been counted on. Now I'm a total flake. Although it doesn't seem like it at the moment, I really do try to be aware of the big hand. I'm a watch-checker so being late ALL the time really causes me some undue stress. I am LOVING daylight savings time for the first time ever. Soren was begging to go to bed last night at 6:30 p.m. well before his appointed 8 p.m. bedtime. And this morning, he was up at 6:30 a.m. leaving me plenty of time to feed him cereal and take some time to put myself together which is all to rare anymore. I know it won't last but that extra hour is a mommy's best friend! In a rough transition-Don't forget to take and send pics of the kids to us for the Haute Mama's Halloween Contest. Winners recieve tickets to the Cinema At The Avalon (sorry babysitter not included). Send pics to Robin Dearing to enter and voting will take place next week! Happy Halloween! 3 comments

CHARM School Women’s Expo

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

If anyone deserves a break it’s . . . YOU! And we have just the break you need! If you live anywhere in the vicinity of Grand Junction you need to come out to CHARM School Women’s Expo this Saturday at the Doubletree Hotel. This promises to be a really fun, relaxing girly-girl kind of day. You won’t be able to buy a hunting license there but you might see the latest in camo fashion. You won’t learn how to change a flat tire, but you can find out how to get rid of that “spare tire? around your waist. And you won•t hear any of your kids whine, but you can do a little wine tasting! CHARM school starts at 9:00 a.m. and sadly must end at 4:00 p.m. But there’s lots to see and do throughout the day. Visit over 30 exhibitor booths and sit in on one of numerous fun and entertaining – and yes, educational – seminars. We even have a fantastic luncheon and keynote speaker at 12:00. Luncheon tickets must be purchased ahead of time for $25. Come down to The Daily Sentinel right now to buy your ticket or call 242-5050. Best of all, admission to the exhibitor area and seminars is FREE! Yep, FREE! For a complete list of exhibitors and a seminar schedule check out today’s hard copy of The Daily Sentinel or just come on down to the Doubletree Hotel Saturday morning. It’s a day for women to relax and recharge. You deserve it. And so do I. See you there! 0 comments

Ghosts and goblins

By Robin Dearing
Thursday, October 26, 2006

Starting today and through Monday, Nov. 6 the Haute Mamas will be accepting pictures of your devils and angels all dressed up in their Halloween finery for our First Annual Haute Mamas Halloween Contest. Wednesday, Nov. 8 all entry pictures will be posted here and you, our dear readers, will be asked to vote for your favorites. The two that receive the most votes will win tickets to the Avalon Theater. Entries should include the child's name, the parent's name and contact information. So get clicking and send us the best pictures of your goblins in their Halloween costumes to this e-mail address. 0 comments

A Baby’s Touch

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Wednesday, October 25, 2006

In light of Lynn's entry yesterday, I almost changed what I had in mind to blog about today. But I realized that she and I are at exact opposite ends of the parenting spectrum which is interesting. Soren is definately in a clingy stage but not necessarily for his mom. Any set of warm hands to hold him will do. He crawls across the floor and butts the top of his head into my legs while desperately trying to grab any hand hold so he can pull himself up. Usually my pants just end up down around my hips from his constant pulling. He's underfoot no matter what room of the house I am in. He follows me back and forth across the living room floor until he throws his head down in frustration and lets out an ear piercing holler for attention. I'm learning to hold him on one hip while I wipe down the counter with the other hand. I can't get anything done! The house is messy, the chores are undone and it just has to stay that way until he goes to bed. He does not want to be alone. When in my arms, he's constantly hitting me, pulling my hair, yanking my necklace, sticking his fingers in my eyes, and trying to pry open my mouth. Yesterday he bit me! If I try to put him down for any reason what-so-ever he claws at my body on the way down and erupts into over dramatic cries of neglect with big tears and a pouty lower lip. Cuddling is one thing but using mom as a human punching bag is another. I'm sure I'll miss his needyness when he's as old as Alex, but I won't miss his days of biting. If you find yourself missing those days Lynn...just ask Alex to pull your hair then you'll remember how it really was to have a baby boy! 2 comments

A Mother’s Touch

By {screen_name}
Tuesday, October 24, 2006

One of things I loved doing with Alex when he was little was snuggling. From the time he was newborn until he was about 7 or 8 we snuggled a lot. And every night I would go into his bedroom after he was asleep and give him a final good-night smooch. One thing I’ve discovered (yeah, like I’m the only one this has ever happened to) is that when the boy-baby-child gets older the whole snuggling thing ends. In fact, you are seriously not allowed to touch, even accidentally bump into, your teenage boy. Maybe every now and then you can “knuckle? him (meaning you make a fist and touch knuckles in a bond of solidarity over an important issue like agreeing he gets too much math homework) but beyond that any and all physical contact that hints of affection ceases. That baby boy who was never happy unless he was almost permanently bonded to some part of your body now responds with, •Don’t touch me,? when you sit a little too close on the sofa. So of course I touch him • like I poke him in the arm, or smack him on the leg, or wiggle my finger in front of his eyes saying, “I’m not touching you!? just to be a pain. Ha! It•s fun. But every now and then, when he's spooked about something, or needs to recharge, or the planets align in some pre-destined pattern, he’ll forget the “don’t touch me? stuff and actually snuggle. OK, •snuggle? meaning he•ll put his head on a pillow in my lap while watching TV and say something like, “Mom, you really need to lose some weight ‘cuz your stomach is squishy.? Yeah • I get that he’s gotta say that otherwise he’d be admitting that he really doesn’t mind “snuggling? at that moment in time as long as he makes it clear that he is not enjoying it and is only doing it because my stomach happens to be in the same spot on the sofa where his head wants to rest. But, hey. I•ll take what I can get. Even though he’s a big hot tamale, he’ll always be my baby, and I will always be there in case he wants to snuggle. And my stomach will only get squishier and be a softer place to land when he needs it. Oh, and I still sneak into his room after he falls asleep to smooch him good-night! 3 comments

Punkin time

By Robin Dearing
Monday, October 23, 2006

One of the things I love about living in this valley is its bounty. Yesterday saw us happily tromping around one of the local pumpkin patches in search of the perfect "punkin" that could be gutted and turned into a festive jack-o-lantern. Girls at the pumpkin patch.jpg It was a gorgeous day and despite my fear that we'd already turned the corner into winter, we were warmed by the late-fall sun. sunny punkin patch.jpg (In some cases, maybe there was a little too much sun!) We found some really great pumpkins. The kids chose non-traditional, but uber-creepy, white pumpkins, while Bill and I settled on a small orange one and a big one that was mostly covered with webbed green veins. Throwing fear of moldy pumpkins on Halloween to the non-existant wind, we decided to take full advantage of the beautiful day and hauled our pumpkins into the backyard. We sliced, scraped, poked and carved away until we ended up with these: Pumpkins 10-06.jpg We learned that white pumpkins are much thicker-skinned than their orange counterparts and therefore much more difficult to transform into a spooky jack-o-lantern. And I was reminded once again that while my baby is growing up, I am enjoying the traditions and celebrations of the holidays more and more each year I spend with her. 2 comments

Get Clickin!

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Friday, October 20, 2006

The Haute Mamas are giving you the chance to showoff your little ghouls and goblins Halloween costumes. And YOU can win Avalon theater movie tickets for a night-out. Get your cameras and costumes ready! We will have you submit photos of your little darlings, or little devils, for blog-readers to vote on. Watch the Haute Mamas blog for more details coming soon! 0 comments

Sunday Morning

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Friday, October 20, 2006

It's Thursday morning and I'm already fantasizing about the weekend. It's been a rough week both at home and at work. I find myself daydreaming about one of my favorite weekend luxuries. Waking up with my family on a cool Sunday morning and watching them be themselves over a cup of too thick coffee with cream in my pajama pants and one of my hubby's oversized t-shirts. chewinnews.jpg I'd imagine this is the time I'll miss the most when my kids are grown and gone. Vacations and holidays are fun but the regular days are the most cherished by me. We make the “Chunnel? out of couch cushions and entice SoJo to crawl back and forth. I keep one eye on •Meet the Press? while I read the paper trying not to look for mistakes. I serve a late breakfast shunning the box marked instant usually making something involving eggs and cinnamon. We let the phone ring unanswered. By noon the floor is littered with couch cushions, newspaper inserts and dirty breakfast dishes. Somewhere in the midst of it all sits a black and white cat. I•m expecting to feel a hollowness and overcast lingering sorrow this Sunday morning as our Kenny that we considered family died. We took it pretty hard and still have the feeling of something missing within our home. This Sunday there will be one less. We will go about the morning routine ever mindful of the loss and hoping that Soren picks something less lovable as a pet when he’s older. I’m hoping for a goldfish. 5 comments

Maybe it’s just too good

By Robin Dearing
Thursday, October 19, 2006

I remember it was dark green — ominously dark green, like a witch's potion — and my mother told me that I'd get into big trouble if I didn't take the spoonful of evil greenness or if I let one drop hit the covers of my bed. I don't remember what the medicine was for, but I distinctly remember that it tasted terrible and I wanted no part of it. But that was more than 30 years ago (Good grief! I have memories from more than 30 years ago ... I'm old), things are different now. These days when you go to the pharmacy to get your kid's prescription filled, you can pay a buck extra to get it flavored cherry or bubble gum or blueberry — the battle of the spoon is no longer waged. Also, the inventors of mediciney things figured out a way to get an entire dose of cough medicine into a paper-thin strip that dissolves on the tongue. Oh, and they come in cherry and grape flavors, too. But one thing hasn't changed and that's the deliciously goodness of children's pain reliever. I remember the sweet taste of those tiny, orange, chalky Bayer aspirin and really liking them. It might be the reason that my favor flavor of candy (after chocolate, of course) is orange. They still make children's pain reliever flavored orange, but also an assortment of pseudo fruity flavors. And you know what? My kid loves 'em all. I don't mean that she'll take the children's Motrin willingly. I mean that she loves, loves, LOVES herself some Motrin. Sunday, Margaret had a fever skyrocket on us so quick we were sure it was indicative of something very serious. We gave her two grape-flavored Motrin that eventually brought her fever down, but not before having a doctor check her out. Monday, Margaret and I stayed home. Around 2, her fever began to creep up again. I gave her more Motrin and yet another dose around 8. By 8:30 she was begging for more. She claimed she couldn't go to sleep until she'd had more Motrin. She was whimpering and sobbing over the fact that we were selfishly withholding her pills from her. "I need my pills," she cried while her dad and I stifled our laughter. It was so bizarre to have a skinny, string bean of a kid begging for more ibuprofen like it was sugar or something really worth begging for. We gathered ourselves long enough to explain the dangers of taking too much medicine and sent her back to bed. Maybe, the pharmacy companies are making children's medicine taste just a little bit too good. 2 comments
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