E.R. Visit

Josh and I had to take Lanie to the E.R. on Tuesday evening. Her temperature spiked and caused a seizure. It's happened once before, and I thought Josh and I did a good job staying relatively calm as we packed her and Henry into the car to go to the hospital. Henry, however, got a bit shaken. Oma and Pa picked him up from the hospital immediately after we arrived, and he went back to our house with Oma. It was a pretty warm night, but he insisted on burrying himself under his sleeping bag as he watched cartoons on the couch. (On nights he is feeling a little afraid at bedtime, he makes a "nest" of blankets in his bed.) Oma suggested that it was a little hot to be all covered up. He looked over at her and said, "Oh, Oma. You know how I am." How true, my sensitive little guy! Later that night Henry told Oma out of the blue, "You're a great Oma."

Lanie was also feeling the familial love. She had been sleeping very soundly as we waited for some test results at the hospital. Once we got to the car to go home, though, she perked up asking, "Where's Henry?" When we told her he was at home with Oma, she chattered the whole four blocks back to our house about how she wanted to see Henry.