all better..

After our bit of excitement on Sunday.. we had lots more fun coming. Turns out Grandma had a minor heart attack.. and the next day she was quite wacky.. with a 3 minute window of memory. The next day a little better.. more like 5 minutes (and thrashing around, pinched a nurse.. called someone names..) they put her on some things to relax her anxiety.. then Wednesday she was nearly normal.. only confused our house and the other Gooch household, but was otherwise conversational. On Thursday she was up and moving and they released her. Bruce took her on the plane back to SLC.. they arrived without incident (well, except he forgot his own contacts and meds; and I forgot to tell the Gooches which flight they were on and Bruce and Gran took a taxi because I was running around trying to FedEx his contacts and meds)

The only nightmare I foresaw for my time as a single parent was bedtime.. Zoe goes down at 7:30 and Finn at 9pm... but
I arranged for the girl down the street to come watch Finn while I put Zoe to sleep on Thursday night.. that worked out. Friday Zoe went to school, Finn and I ran errands... then picked up Zoe.. went to the mall, ate dinner, went to the bookstore, and then since Finneas didn't nap, all went well at night time, both kids down by 8. Then Saturday was great.. we stayed busy... truck parade to end the night... no naps, bed by 8:30. Sunday we made waffles, quiche, gingerbread cookies with great colored icing (green, violet, yellow, red).. played at Liam's.. he had a new 8' x 8' bouncy castle in his basement... picked up Dad... what a day.

Gran is doing much better... at familiar territory, walking around; turns out that the drugs the Canadian doctor put her on has her doing much better and the US doctor switched her to them.