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smithersen.

Posted in General with tags , , , , , on August 24, 2011 by Missy

CONTINUING OUR EPIC TALE. . . 

We sold the house on June 30th but left it on the 26th.  We didn’t have a new house to move into yet, so we needed a place to stay in the mean time.  It just so happens the Granger, Indiana is about 2/3rds of the way to Madison, Wisconsin.  It also just so happens that our very best friends the Smiths live in Granger, Indiana.  Due to their overwhelming hospitality and eager coaxing we accepted their very kind offer to have us stay with them while in “transition.”  This arrangement was appealing for several reasons. (1) We could take weekend trips to Madison and look at houses or apartments.  (2) Enoch would have three great friends to play with while we were homeless.  (3)  Team Smithersen!!!

We loaded up our 26′ moving truck as full as we could and set out on the road. Enoch rode with Chase in the truck and was in heaven.  I had Tessa in the car with me.  Every time we’d stop Chase would relay the conversations the two of them had along the drive.  The kiddo didn’t watch a single movie, talking to his Daddy in the front seat of the truck was all he needed.

We got to the Smith’s house and they made us feel right at home.  Thanks guys, looking back I realize what a stressful thing this moving business is and you made it feel a lot more natural.

Clayton was finishing up his last few weeks of school while we were there so it was mostly the little boys and Josie who played together during the day.  But one day Clayton’s class went on a field trip to the zoo, so we thought we’d tag along.  We went to the South Bend, Indiana Zoo where we found out how tall flamingos really are.  Notice Enoch’s pouty face?  Take careful note of it, you may find it becomes a recurring theme over the next few entries.

Enoch (4 yrs), Noah(4 yrs) & Josie (2 yrs)

One of the things the boys loved to do was ride their bikes, Big Wheels, scooters, etc. on the Dead End street.  Chase and I had been talking about it for a while and decided that because Enoch’s birthday is in November just as it’s starting to get cold, that we would splurge a little now and get him his first bicycle when the summer began.  He needed training wheels for the first several weeks, but soon discovered he could go quite a bit faster without them.  

The boy is still too short for this little bike and he can’t sit on the seat and touch the ground.  This makes stopping an interesting endeavor.  He’s learned to perform a controlled crash; he brakes to a stop then jumps off the bike before it falls down.  Seems to work for him.

So, a lot of bike riding and a lot of imagination play.  Here are the kids on one sunny afternoon:

. . . a lot of bike riding, imagination play, and a lot of “wrestling.”  At least, as much wrestling as four-year-olds can do:

I confess I didn’t take many pictures during this phase in our existence.  I did a lot of chatting with Ariane; collecting advice from her “wise-beyond-her-years” words.  I attempted, several times, to make dinner for the Smith’s as a sort of exchange of thanks to them.  However, they were rarely done on time and the children were made to eat left-overs while the adults ate dinner after the children went to bed.  Oops, my bad guys, sorry.  It was truly wonderful staying with them.  The children played with one another as if they’d never been apart.  We miss you and anxiously await your visit to us with Baby Quatro. (not-so-subtle nudge)

winter.

Posted in General with tags , , , , , , on January 25, 2011 by Missy

It’s been redOnculously cold in Vermont this last weekend.  Yesterday I walked to Enoch to preschool at a rising -9°F. I took him to his friends’ house to play afterwards.  When the time came to pick him up I collected his things and stood at the top of the stairs chatting “goodbye” with his friends’ mother.  Enoch dinked around the metal railing that lead down the stairs,  “Mom.  Mom.  Watch this.  Mom.  Look Mom.  Mom.  Mom.”   The friends’ mother stepped away for a moment and I turned to Enoch, acknowledging his requests.  “What did you want to show me Enoch?”

“Watch this.”

I watched as my four-year-old stuck out his tongue and deliberately pressed it against the cold metal railing.

Yup, it stuck.  A scene from the movie A Christmas Story flashed through my head.

Enoch pulled back, but his tongue remained.  I watched the process of realization as it occurred on the boys face, slowly at first.  I smirked at the reality of this principle of physics.

 

Enoch’s expressions had matured into a profound panic and he began pulling his tongue away.  Each movement left a smudge of flash-frozen white tissue behind; pieces of his frost-bitten tongue.

The mother had returned and I asked for a cup of hot water, realizing what had happened she disappeared into the house. “Stop pulling away,” I instructed with a subtle chuckle, “it’ll make your tongue bleed.”  Sure enough, brilliant red specks began to form then blurred together into a string of red drool.  Tears streamed down the boy’s face as I reminded myself not to laugh too loudly because it might upset him even more.

I couldn’t stop picturing the flagpole scene from the movie.  I had a bottle of water with me that was room temperature, I poured it onto his tongue and the railing hoping it would loosen up the icy bond.  More crying, screaming, the poor kid spoke volumes of fear with his eyes.  He pulled away.  The mother returned and saw the pitiful boy, blood weeping from his wounds and tears dripping off his cheeks, but he was free.  “I’m so sorry, it takes a really long time for our pipes to heat up.” She apologized.  I smiled at the humor of the entire situation but tried not to let Enoch see.  “Do you have a paper towel we could take with us?”  The mother disappeared again but returned promptly.  Enoch was in shock and held the paper towel like he had never seen anything like it before.  We said goodbye, more quickly this time, and I escorted Enoch by the shoulders to the car as he mechanically held the towel to his mouth.

Buckled into his car seat Enoch sat with his swollen tongue hanging from his mouth.  His tears under control he explained, “ The first time wasn’t bad Mama.  It just sticked a little bit, but then I pulled it away and it didn’t hurt.”  The first time? I thought.  You mean you did it before? I suppose that’s why he wasn’t afraid to show me when I gave him my attention, because the first time it didn’t hurt.

The following day Chase and Enoch spent some quality time outside playing in the snow.  It was another cold day, somewhere around 0°F.  Regardless of the temperature, the boys had a lot of fun, this was just a portion of it all.

Happy winter!

water.

Posted in General with tags , , , , on July 25, 2010 by Missy

 Vermont has had its share of heat the last couple of weeks.  There has been little relief except for in the water.  The day after we returned from our vacation the temperature was somewhere in the 90’s and humidity was high.  Chase and Enoch went outside to play but it was short-lived due to the heat, Chase’s solution . . . get the hose.  We embraced our “white-trash” side and stripped the boy to his underwear.

One shot from Chase and the game was on.  Enoch embraced the concept of a water fight and turned the tables; “cutting”  Chase into pieces with a swipe of the water hose.

I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a happier little three-year-old. 

 Enoch hadn’t stopped grinning all day and before he went to bed he asked if he could draw a picture for us.  This is what he drew:

The brown figure on the left is me, two legs, toes, even the round belly.  The little yellowish figure on the right is Enoch.  The green figure in the middle is Chase.  Enoch explained, “I cut him in half with the water.  That’s why he look like that.”  All the pink scribbles represent the water which is why Chase’s body isn’t straight like Enoch’s and mine.

We were excited to see the development in his fine motor skills and his understanding of the differences (size, shape, effects of water) between the members in his family.  Summer heat isn’t so bad when you have an awesome dad who’ll play with you.

nursemaid.

Posted in General with tags , , on June 16, 2010 by Missy

This is Enoch.

 

He is typically a happy boy.  He’s rough-and-tumble like a little boy ought to be, uses a deep voice with pursed lips to imitate a man’s voice and believes his dad has superhuman powers.  He becomes a new animal every hour and runs on all fours until he’s panting, he knows a true tackle is done with the full body, not the arms, and unabashedly dunks his head under water so he can pretend to be a shark. 

A couple of days ago, Chase and Enoch were rough housing as they often do when Chase comes home from the hospital.  Chase held Enoch by the forearms and danged the boy behind him.  All at once Enoch’s demeanor changed, he no longer represented that playful innocence he usually displays.  He began crying and guarding his left arm, he was scared.  We checked the wrist but found the pain generated from his elbow.  Enoch had just experienced the SUBLUXATION OF THE RADIAL HEAD in his left arm.  Not a complete dislocation, but the bone in his arm (on the side of the thumb) had slipped out of its place.  Giving Enoch, “NURSEMAIDS ELBOW.”

The center picture shows the subluxation

Radial Head Subluxation is when “The annular ligament (what helps hold the elbow joint together) is generally weak in young children. Thus, when longitudinal traction (see picture below) is placed on an extended pronated arm, the radial head may slip into the radiocapitellar articulation, resulting in subluxation.  (See above figure) Subluxation of the radial head is a minor injury with a peak incidence in children aged 2-3 years. Radial head subluxation does occur in patients younger than 6 months as well as in older children. This injury typically results from a quick pull on a child’s arm.1 Often this occurs as the child is holding hands with a caregiver who lifts the child by the hand or tries to prevent a fall.

(this is an example of longitudinal traction)

This is how Enoch felt after it happened.

The good news is that it’s easy to fix.  I thought I’d include instructions on how to fix (reduce) a subluxed elbow since many of you readers have your own little children or are around little children often.  It’s good to know, considering its so common, like CPR.

“To treat a radial head subluxation, the annular ligment is reduced to its anatomic position (straight-arm, palm up).  Stabilize the elbow from below, applying light pressure over the radial head with the thumb.  Supinate the forearm firmly.  This action may produce a sence of mechanical blockage, followed by a palpable pop at the elbow.  If supination alone does not produce the pop and improve pronation and supination, hold the forearm in the supinated position while fully flexing the elbow.”

We gave Enoch Tylenol, filled his mouth with candy to distract him and Chase performed his medical training flawlessly.  He fixed the boy’s elbow and joy was restored to the Petersen plantation.  Although the event took place several days ago, Enoch still says to Chase, “Thanks for fix’n my e’bow Dad.” whenever they’re playing around.  

The peak incidence of radial head subluxation is 27 months of age. As children grow, their bones become larger and more defined. In addition, ligaments become stronger and thus provide a better support system. Nursemaid elbow is rarely seen in children older than 6 years of age unless the child is involved in prolonged hanging by the hands or prolonged lifting of heavy objects. (The appellation “nursemaid elbow” stems from this injury occurring when women were forced to carry heavily filled milk buckets for long distances. Currently, airport baggage handlers are those most likely to sustain such an injury.)

fathe.

Posted in General with tags , , on October 6, 2009 by Missy

Any of you who know Chase know that he is great at roughing-up.  This day was a particularly family centered day in which he and Enoch had all day to rough each other up.  Chase leaned against one counter and stretched his legs to the opposing counter making a sort of bridge between the two.  Tantilizing to any two-year-old, Enoch climbed up Chase and wriggled his body over the bridge.  On one (or several) trip over the “bridge” Chase quickly opened his legs leaving a gap through which Enoch could fall, in the true spirit of childish rough-housing.  Enoch, like the monkey he is, clung to the masculine legs once supporting his weight while Chase spotted from beneath to ensure no serious damage would occur (yes, that means Chase’s flexability has increased to those of you trying to picture the image).  Enoch laughed with each potential drop and asked to do it over and over again.  One particular time Enoch moved more cautiously and held more securely than usual which prohibited the full effect of falling through the legs.  Chase teasingly grabbed Enoch and began to tickle him, “Where’s the faith huh?  Where’s the faith?!”  . . . Turns out this is where the “fathe” is.2009 493cropped

Several days following the event Enoch was complaining how hungry he was.  I was struggling to get dinner ready for a husband about to come home and a toddler who was as impatient as toddlers are.  “Enoch hungwy Mama.  Tummy talk’n.”  he’d explain.  In an effort to distract this conversation I asked, “How hungry are you Enoch, show me with your arms how hungry you are.”  2009 503-B&W cropped

I’m wondering if we could make this an international measurment.

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