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CHARM School Women’s Expo

By {screen_name}
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

Yo Quiero

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A good friend recently remarked that she found herself a bit jealous wishing she had a baby of her own. For those of you who may find yourself feeling the same this story may put motherhood in a more realistic light and keep you on the Pill. A recent Saturday afternoon found me craving some Taco Bell. SoJo was playing happily on the floor but I was guessing that he might be hungry for some fattening pintos and cheese himself. So I put my unbrushed hair into a half bun half ponytail 'do that I have been so fond of lately (the classic mother hair style I might add), scooped up babycakes and headed for the car. Putting him in the car seat has been remarkably similar to wrestling an alligator into a straight jacket as of late. He arches his back and twists his little body in defiance. But, Mommy always wins and he usually settles down as soon as the car gets moving. Not this time! This time he moaned all the way to the corner light. Two blocks later he turned his pathetic whimper up a few decibels. I reciprocated by turning the radio volume up a few notches. By the time we reached Taco Bell he was in a full fledged temper tantrum. Welcome to Taco Bell…would you like to try our double crunchy cheesy Taco Bell tasting thingy today? “No I’d like two Gorditas, a pintos and cheese, and diet coke please.? (Silence. Weird pause.) Like I can•t hear you? You wanted a what? “Sigh. Repeat? Did you want Baja Gorditas? •Sure. Soren stop it!? Do you want chicken or steak? •Chicken? What else did you want? •Pintos and cheese. Soren, please Stop!.? At this point I unhook the seatbelt and lean over the seat to confront the infant. This only causes him to scream louder. Something undercernable emits from the loud speaker. Look very young Taco Bell girl•&do you not hear my kid??? I think to myself…..How ‘bout this K? Like you throw a tortilla on the buffet and pretend its buck a scoop. Just put some stuff in a tortilla and get me the hell outta here!!!! “Fire sauce.? I say out loud. Mild sauce? •Yeah sure whatever.? When I finally reached the window the poor kid working the drive through had to listen to the ear piercing screaming emitting from my backseat. He thrust a drink at me, took my money, threw the change in the bag and tossed it through the driver•s window. Now that’s what I’m talking about!!! I zoomed home at a speed fast enough to give me a red reading on the speed monitoring device. As soon as I unclipped the car seat the screaming stopped. My baby turned right back into his smiling happy self. And he loved his pintos and cheese...the little brat. “SERENITY NOW!!!!? 4 comments

Tuesday Morning

By {screen_name}
Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Some mornings you need more than a jolt of java to get you going. Some mornings require really loud classic rock. This morning was one of those mornings. The constant drip and pour of rain is really getting on my nerves. So after getting Alex to the bus and driving back home through the slop and ruining yesterday's $12.00 car wash, I needed a pick-me-up. I found it in The Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers CD. The actual album is long gone, who knows where, likely the casualty of some college boyfriend break-up. But Mick and the boys survived on the digitally re-mastered CD. So the CD goes in, the volume gets cranked waaaay up, and before you know it, my mood is dramatically improved. If you’ve never let loose like this on a rainy Tuesday, you really have to give it a try. It’s so much fun and when you’re all by yourself and the blinds are closed, you can do whatever the hell you want. Think of the female version of Tom Cruise in his boxers and his Bob Seger rendition in the movie Risky Business. OK, Tom looked a lot better in his boxers then I did this morning, but that’s not the point. Wait, that sounds like I was in Tom’s boxers. Anyway . . . . Personally, I’ve always wanted to be a back-up singer for some band. The only thing that’s kept me from doing that is that I can’t actually sing. Well, I can sing, and I do. I just really suck at hitting the notes. But with the volume cranked up I can’t hear myself so I sound really good! So Mick and I were having a fine time this morning as we duet-ed our way through Brown Sugar, Wild Horses, Bitch and Dead Flowers. And distant memories of years gone by came back through the fog when I air-guitared the story of Sister Morphine with Keith. (Note: not personal memories of morphine, just the song and the era in which it was recorded.) But just like the 70’s came to an end, so did the CD and it was time to put down my blow-dryer-turned-microphone and head out the door to work. By then the sun had actually come out and the skies were clearing up. I felt better and my blood was oxygenated from all the singing. What does this have to do with raising children? Not much, except to feel sorry for them that they’ll never get the same rush from a Britney Spears CD. 3 comments
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