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Bleacher Incident

  • May 18, 2012 7:16 am

I’ve talked about the youngest Scroggins Hooldum on various occasions–the one that shaves minutes off my life daily–the one who by two years of age had knocked out a tooth, broken an arm, and spent a few weeks in the hospital.  There have been many more since then, some of which I think I’ve blocked out because of the Momma Trauma watching his injury.

But, yesterday was one for the record books, and needs to be recorded and documented for future reference.  We were at the oldest hoodlum’s softball game–you would think an easy enough place to be.  We were there no less than twenty minutes when I turned and saw the youngest hoodlum creeping between the bleacher seats, trying to move from the top of the bleachers to under the bleachers.  In theory, I guess this usually works for him, only this time he managed to worm his entire body through before discovering his head would not fit through the space.  That’s where I discovered the problem.  I tried to pull him through the bottom, but his head really wouldn’t fit.  Another mom came to help me, and we tried to push him back through to the top, but we couldn’t find the right way to twist his body without breaking him.  I wasn’t panicking, one thing this kid has taught me is that almost any situation is manageable.  Finally, my husband was able to twist and turn him at the right angles to maneuver his way to the top of the bleachers.

Whew.

Of course, he was totally oblivious to the fact that this was NOT situation normal–I guess because it is situation normal for him.

Have I mentioned he’s only six years old?  We’ve got so far to go.

Color Blind

  • May 2, 2012 12:28 pm

Yesterday we visited the eye doctor for the very first time.  Neither my husband nor I wear glasses, so optical issues are foreign to us.  But, I have long worried that the youngest Scroggins Hoodlum was colorblind.  At three, when he was learning his colors, he was often inconsistent with how he named them.  I felt he learned what colors certain items “should” be, like grass “should be” green.  My husband and other friends discounted my worries, saying he was just toying with us–knowing it was a game.  I talked with his pediatrician about the issue around the same time, and she suggested we wait to test him until he was older so the test would be more valid.  So, I put the worry out of my mind, and concentrated on things like figuring out right/left handedness and learning how to recognize letters.

This year, his kindergarten teacher shared my hypothesis, noting his frustration with certain instructions involving colors, and his lack of attention to details or interest in art or writing activities.  Yesterday, we were both proven correct, as he was in fact diagnosed with classic red/green color blindness.  I double and triple checked with the doctor to ensure his answers to the questions were consistent, because on top of pondering what he could see, I also know he is less than trust worthy when he’s not entirely interested.  But, he did answer consistently, and now I’m looking into how he views the world–a little less vibrantly than I do.

I’ve found some interesting simulations:

This link shows what a red/green colorblind person sees in reference to the color spectrum.  Click the links at the bottom to see the changes.

The following pictures also show some of the differences.

“Normal” Color Vision:

 

 

 

 

 

Red/Green Color Blind Vision:

 

 

 

 

 

There are thousands of other examples out there, and right now I’m a little addicted to trying to embed myself into his world.  Of course, thousands of people are color blind–approximately 8% of white males in fact.  The gene is carried by the mother on the X chromosome, so I only have my own genetics to blame.  But, I will admit that my heart is a little heavier today knowing that he doesn’t see the world as vibrantly as most of us do, or that some of the details in the background are lost on him because they blend together.  I know elementary school will be a little more of a struggle for him because as I look around, EVERYTHING is taught on or around the basis of color.  Little things like colored chalk and expo marker make a difference in whether or not he can distinguish what he’s trying to learn.  Math manipulatives, puzzles, colored text in readers, science patterns, science diagrams–we live in a colorful world, and I’ve always thought that color helped to cement a concept.  Now I’m learning that sometimes it can actually hinder the learning process.

In the grand scheme, I know this is a minor bump in his road, and in his world, everything looks beautiful.  I am also content in the fact that we have more insight on his brain workings, and might now be able to find different ways for school, specifically that whole pencil paper process, to be exciting and wonderful for him.

And since he can see blue and yellow just perfectly, that’s where I plan to start…bluebonnets, bananas, daffodils, smurfs (NO WONDER he loved that movie!!)…

Spring Showers

  • March 19, 2012 1:29 pm

It looks like rain is headed our way.  I know some people worry and fret over thunderstorms, what with the high winds and lightning, but I love them.  It’s one of my favorite things to hear the winds howling, the rain crashing, and then to see my family snuggling.  Suddenly there are pillows, blankets and cozy spots all over the living room.  Popcorn is popped and diet coke is poured.  Well, if I was a supermom, I guess water or some other nutritious drink would be poured.  I’ll work on that.

Of course, the hoodlums think differently.  I have one future storm chaser, and another future storm shelter designer.  They both want cell phones for the mere fact of tracking the weather radar.  We have duck and cover plans and back up duck and cover plans.  I suppose the balance is good.  Perhaps they are the superkids, and I should just put them in charge.

Or not.  ;-)

Infection

  • January 9, 2012 8:16 am

2012 has been wrought with infection for the Scroggins Clan in its short nine days.  Literally on the eve of the New Year I took my youngest to the doctor for a crazy looking rash on his face.  Infantigo.  Awesome.  Ironically, we had been threatening him with that very infection to try to keep his fingers out of his nose.  I didn’t work.  So, armed with antibiotics, we set off on our first Scroggins Ski Trip (more on that later).  Thankfully, that cleared up pretty fast, but the first 2012 cold came to visit on the trip.

It started with my oldest, but with a little Vicks and Nyquil we were able to nip that one pretty quickly-or so we thought.  My husband caught the dreaded germ the last day in the mountains, temporarily leaving him more deaf than usual.  And, of course, my immune system gave in on the drive home.  We spent the weekend wrapped in blankets sneezing, sniffling, and coughing.  Awesome.  Actually despite the sickness, it was nice to just sit on the couch for a day.  I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened.  I could do without the pink eye that I woke up with yesterday morning, but now I’m thinking maybe we are getting all this sickness done super fast, and the rest of 2012 will be super healthy?

 

Pills

  • November 8, 2011 9:45 pm

Swallowing pills has to be one of the hardest skills to teach.  My kids are just now approaching the age where we can adventure into actual REAL meds for allergies, headaches, etc.  The jump is nice because I’m definitely not a fan of the sticky bottle of bubble gum flavored goo in my purse–even bubble gum flavored goo that I’ve so smugly put in a baggie hoping to avoid a mess.  It’s a mess.  It’s always a mess.   Baggie or No Baggie.  So yes, pills are a step up.  But let me tell you, potty training, tying shoes, and pill swallowing…these are the skills noone tells you are difficult to teach.  They are.  I think it’s because as a grown-up, these skills are everyday tasks, not anything you would consider needing a talent to complete.  But it does–just take a page from the book of one just learning the pill swallowing technique:

Mommy:  “Put the pill towards the back of your mouth.”

2nd Grader:  “But it’s choking me!”

Mommy:  “It won’t.  Now, take a big drink of water, and pretend the pill is just water and let it go down with it.”

2nd Grader:  **spitting up/choking/coughing sounds**

Mommy:  “You didn’t pretend the pill was water.”

2nd Grader:  “That’s because it’s NOT WATER.”

Mommy:  “That’s why you PRETEND.”

**Repeat until skill mastery or until the tears win.**

How much is too much?

  • September 13, 2011 8:29 pm

My daughter has always had an issue with bloody noses.  We’ve become used to her explosive sneezes, midnight blood lettings, and surprise nose catastrophes.  We’ve established a routine to combat the seemingly never-ending stream of blood when these occur, but tonight I thought it would never stop!  We battled blot clotting for almost thirty minutes.  My question:  how often should a normal person have a bloody nose?  And, how long is normal for a bloody nose to last?

I’ve grown a lot in my Mommy years, and I’m much more tolerant of bodily fluids than when I began this journey, but sometimes the over abundance of bodily fluids is much too much.

Stitches

  • August 14, 2011 8:01 pm

This weekend we experienced another parenthood right of passage:  stitches.

Maybe it’s not a right of passage for everyone, but given my accident-prone childhood, and given the medical history of our third child, I figured it was in the cards for us.

It happened on the boat.  Imagine.  We were out for an early afternoon boat ride to celebrate the all-too-soon-end-of-summer.  We stopped in a little cove to duck from the waves and jump in the water to beat the heat.  We’d packed a picnic, and some of the hoodlums began snacking, and throwing unwanted bites into the water.  Imagine their surprise that some fish found their discarded bites a wonderful treat!  Suddenly, all the children were in the same corner of the boat, scrambling to get a glimpse of this wild creature-to see it in its element.  Why do children do that?  They lose their senses in the mob mentality when there is an animal, cartoon, insect, or interesting speck of dirt.  I think children start stampedes.  I can see this stampede happening in slow motion.  The adults were chatting quietly in the water; the children were scrambling.  As the children scrambled, one of them lurched backward and screeched in pain.

The screech came from my eight year old.  I took the shriek and pain-tortured fit with a grain of salt, because this particular child of mine has an actual negative threshold for pain.  He’s the boy who cried wolf.  He’s the boy who could have a hang nail or a broken bone, and we wouldn’t know based on his reaction.  He screams loud.  Very loud.  And cries.  A lot.  And, he’s really, really, really loud.  But, for the sake of argument, I checked out the injury.

O. My. Goodness.

I thought his toe was going to fall off.  It looked sliced in half.  I felt the color drain from my face and all the energy leave my body. My head actually dipped as I neared the fainting mark, and I promise, I’m not a woozy type of person. Not usually anyway, but the sight of my own child’s maimed appendage took me over the edge.  He went from having a perfectly shaped and formed toe to a sliced open, bleeding, hanging from a thread toe.   As the screaming continued, we loaded up and headed back to shore.  Luckily, our friends arrived just as we needed them, and with seamless teamwork, we were able to ditch half our kids and our dog, grab the injured kid, their car and head to the doctor.  The doctor was amazing, and had our little man laughing through his pseudo-labor-breathing-pain-managingtechniques.  We were back home and comfortable within two hours from the time of the original disaster.

So, we survived.  He survived.  He’s sewn back together, and other than the ebb and flow of throbbing pain from his toe, he seems to be recovering well.

He’s got eight days of handicapped toe syndrome, and then life back to normal—well, Scroggins Normal anyway.

Smalltown Teamwork at the Dentist

  • June 27, 2011 12:30 pm

Last week I double booked the kids’ dentist and orthodontist appointments–four appointments within the same two hours at two different offices. I’m awesome, but even I was going to have issues with getting all the kids to their allotted appointments at the correct times.

So, I sheepishly asked for help.

Here’s how it went down:

Kid 1 went into Dentist 1 for a cleaning.  As Kid 1 finished, Kid 2 went in for a cleaning, and Kids 1 and 3 hopped in the car to drive across town to Dentist 2.  In the meantime, Dentist 1 watched over Kid 2.  When we approached Dentist 2′s office, I dropped off Kid 1 for braces assembly; Kid 3 and I went back to Dentist 1 to retrieve Kid 2 and get Kid 3′s teeth cleaned.  Dentist 2 was all too happy to cover the watch on Kid 1 while I went back to Dentist 1′s office to finish the cleanings on Kids 2 and 3.  In the end, we finished the afternoon with three sets of cleaned teeth, and one set of braces.

There are lots of things I love about this little town, but who knew it would be dentist appointments?

Allergies, Allergies, Allergies

  • March 21, 2011 6:59 pm

At first I was blaming school for our sudden snotty noses, coughs, and sore throats, but the more I survey other people, the more I’m realizing that we must be suffering from full blown Allergy Illness.  Spring is tricky that way I guess, making you excited to see Green, and then BAM throwing pollen and all other kinds of things up your nose to make you sneeze, lose all power of your energy, and just feel totally blah.

I’m armed with my allergy medications of choice, and now am wading through the over the counter stuff for the kids.  Any suggestions?

a whole new world

  • March 7, 2011 8:53 pm

So, we’ve not only graduated from the car seat situation in the last month, but we’ve also leaped into the world of orthodontics.  Last week, my daughter entered “Stage 1″ with a palate expander.  Every night, we use a “key” to stretch the roof of her mouth half the width of a piece of floss.  I say we, actually I should say he.  I can not do it.  I feel like I’m breaking her.  There’s no audible sound of breakage, but the idea of it gives me the heebie jeebies.  And let’s be real, half the width of a piece of floss?  That’s really not that much, is it?  But, think about it:  in thirty days, her mouth will have stretched fifteen pieces of floss.  That’s a good inch at least!  In addition to all the stretching, we’ve had to endure her adapting to the contraption.  Things like speaking and eating have a whole new procedure these days, not to mention the side effects that leftover saliva seems to cause.  We’ve taken our before pictures, and in less than a year I’m guessing we will have an amazing after picture.  As a non-graduate of orthodontics, this is a whole new world for me.

And, it’s a little scary…