Friday, December 19, 2008
Hug your Moms and Nanas
Go, now. Hug your mom or nana or call them or something.
A bit of a scare today. Apparently, my Nana went to the hospital early this week after she slipped on some ice and hit her head. I just found out about it today after calling them this morning. She's home, safe and feeling better now. But I wasn't going to stop worrying until I saw her with my own two peepers. Logan and I made a slightly frantic drive north to Snohomish. The highways were fine and the roads up north are so beautiful right now if a little slippery. All the trees look taller with snow on them.
My Nana normally does more before 8 am than most people do all day, so it was a bit upsetting to see her in her pyjamas at two in the afternoon. She also finally told me that she'd passed out at Costco (of all places) a while back after a stressful day prior. A neurologist that did some tests while she was at the hospital this week will see her again in late January to give her a report. I think the PJ thing is okay, she's taking care of herself and is not doing any baking or iceskating or table dancing. I promised to bring their favorite cookies on Christmas day and cook the brunch.
Now I know for sure what I've suspected for quite a while. My family is officially related to St. Stephen. Steve-o is known for being the FIRST MARTYR and that's how I know my mom and Nana are related to him. If they don't tell me they are feeling poorly in a timely fashion becaust they don't want to be a bother I'm seriously going to knock their blocks off.
Their dog, Calvin, put Logan's Santa costume on while I was there to restore the peace. Above is Calvin in his favorite spot by the refrigerator, tail wagging. I think he's giving me his bedroom eyes.