Mothers Day

Sorry that my posts aren't in order, but I am trying to catch up and keep up at the same time, so you get what you get. Our nephew was blessed on Mother's Day. Which is kind of a big deal for us. To make it more special, he was named after my Grandpa, Robert Ross. So they made the trek to Ridgecrest all the way from Denver with both my grandparents and my aunt. It was fun to have everyone there. First, on Saturday evening, my brother, who lives in Tracy, California, came down. His birthday is the day after Ty's. So since both guys were there, and their birthdays were just a few days earlier, we had a birthday picnic dinner at the park. It was great to just let the kids run too. Most embarrassing part? A few minutes after the kids had run over to the toys, Ty looks over and then lets me know that Liam and dropped his drawers and was peeing in the sand with people everywhere around him. And not being discreet about it at all. Oh man. What do you do with that? You try not to laugh when you run over there, but at least he didn't come whining to me that he needed to go potty. Anyway. So Sunday we had the baby blessing. It was pretty special, but even early in the morning we could tell my grandpa wasn't doing too swell. We were hoping it was just the three days of driving that was getting it him. We had them over for dinner that night, and we could tell that he was sick. There was something seriously wrong with him. He needed to use the bathroom and it took three people over 20 minutes to get him out of the bathroom and down the hall. My sister had to pick his feet up and move them for him because he was so weak he couldn't even do that. Since he was so bad, we knew he needed to go to the ER. And since we could hardly move him, taking him ourselves wasn't an option. So the fire trucks and paramedics were called. I kept all the kids out front so as A)not to pack more people into the tiny room, and B)help them stay busy but also understand what was going on. At first the kids thought it was pretty cool to have the fire truck and ambulance show up. Then they realized why and they were all sad. My grandpa ended up staying in the hospital here for 8 days. That is pretty amazing when you consider that the first few days they weren't sure he would survive at all. Then, they thought he would need to be in a hospital for weeks, then it just went down to a rehab place for a few days, to finally, wow, he is strong enough to go home. He is now doing well in case anyone cares. I do have some pictures somewhere of all of our family that was there for the pictures, so I will have to find them and add them later.

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