Monday, December 28, 2009
Hansen Christmas 2009
Unfortunately, I had to work so I didn't get to spend much time with everyone, but it was great for the kids to be able to spend Christmas with their cousins!
Santa brought Dayne a moon chair she'd been eyeballing (she says she will read in it!) and Santa brought Hunter money. What else would a 16 year old want? He will use the money to pay off his XBOX.
Sadly, I don't think I took any pictures of the kiddos opening presents (or if I did, I have mis placed the memory card!). No "Mother of the Year Award" in my future, I guess!
Christmas with Papa & Susan will take place in a few weeks!
Wishing Nanny & Patrick were closer so we could enjoy the season with them as well!
Monday, December 21, 2009
My Best Friend's Wedding ... Or Should I Say ...
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009 @ Papa & Susan's Home
Hunter on the "little" tractor ... summer 1995:
Hunter on the "little tractor" ... November 2009.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Why Pink: Breast Cancer Awareness Photo Session
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Labor Day Weekend - 2009
Hunter had a football game on Monday afternoon, so we headed for home Monday morning!
Looking forward to our next visit to Grand Lake!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Football Season Has Started!
Friday night was the Varsity Team's first game; unfortunately it was a blow out as well (the Titans lost 48-13). The team had spirit though! Here they are in the 4th quarter, showing their pride:
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Dayne and Friends Enjoy the School Park
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Saying Goodbye to Papa
Friday, August 21, 2009
A Good Day
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Papa Gets A Haircut and A Shave!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
First Day of School
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Papa Funnies
Zippy
Patricia
JoJo
Rachael
.... my favorite was "Zippy"
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When he was trying to get out of bed (repeatedly!) Mom was telling him he could not. She explained she was hard headed, just like her father. Papa replied, 'He must be a hard headed son of a bitch!' ... then grinned really big!
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Again ... reminding Papa that he couldn't get out of bed we explained to him that we learned our hard headedness from him ... that he taught us many lessons. His reply, "Yes, but did you have to pay attention to ALL of them?"
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While in the ER he was trying to get out of bed (see the pattern here!?) and I reminded him {firmly} that he could not get out of bed, that he'd fall and hurt himself if he did. I said, "Repeat after me: I will not try to get out of bed."
Papa looked away from me ... staring off into space.
I asked him if he was ignoring me. Silence. I asked him again. More silence, accompanied by the slightest jerk of his chin up and away from me, as if to add dramatic flair to the conversation. I asked him if he was ignoring me and he remained silent for a few seconds ... then chuckled ever so quietly. He never did repeat after me!
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While getting ready to leave the hospital on Tuesday night, Mom made him repeat after her that he would not try to get out of the bed. He complied. Immediately before we left, she asked if he remembered what he promised and he confirmed, he did. Followed immediately by, "Yes, but I am quite the liar."
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The volunteer was explaining the journal the hospital offers to log all questions & visitors, etc. The lady was going on and on and on & Papa made the "talking" gesture with his hands. Then giggled. She got the hint and left. (for the record, she really was over explaining the journal!)
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Too funny! I can still hear him saying it ... voice full of seriousness and confusion as to why the heck a rubber would be hanging from the ceiling.
Monday, August 17, 2009
A Surprise Visit to Virginia!
"Papa" had surgery to help with his abdominal aneuryism on August 10th. Things seemed to be going well at first, but then he started regressing .... and it was taking a toll on Mom. So, I came up with the idea to *SURPRISE* her with an unannounced visit!
I called Brian on Friday morning to make sure he'd be able to pick me up on Sunday evening from the airport. Luckily, he was ... and was excited for me to surprise Mom (and Patrick and Papa!).
My flight got in about 6:30 Sunday evening and Brian and I immediately headed to Mom's house. My plan went perfect: As we pulled into the neighborhood I called Mom to see how the day had gone. As I was on the phone with her, I quietly snuck to the front door and knocked on it. When the phone rang, Mom announced to Patrick, "Oh! It's Tiffany" and excused herself to a quieter room, where she could talk. So Patrick was VERY surprised ... how could I be standing on the doorstep if Mom was talking to me on the phone? The look on his face was so priceless!
After grinning really big (and long!) with Patrick, I came in the house (still talking to Mom on the phone) and found Mom on the couch in the den. She knew someone was "here" because she heard someone knock at the door, but didn't know who walked in the front door. It was great, because I could hear in stereo (because I was standing just a few feet from her) as she said, "Oh! Who is here?" ... then it hit her: she was on the phone with her mystery visitor! Two priceless faces in a 15 second time period.
Another priceless moment was when Papa saw me. He has some signs of dementia settling in, so I was worried he may not know who I was. As soon as he saw me he said, in the same chipper tone he has for the past 33 years!, "Hi there, Tiffy!"
Sunday evening was low key ... just getting caught up with Papa and all of us taking in the evening's excitement!
Monday was a pretty relaxed day, planning for another surgery Tuesday (to repair the stent that was placed on the previous Monday) ... until Papa's surgeon / MD called and gave Mom the direct order to have Papa transported to the hospital via ambulance, ASAP. Papa's speech was not that clear, he was dragging his left leg and wasn't as "present" as he had been prior to the surgery. The MD was concerned Papa may have had a stroke.
We got to the ER about 3:30 and played the horrible "Wait and See" game ... waiting for tests to be done, results to be read, doctors to stop by and explain, etc. Finally, about 8:00 Papa was admitted and moved to his room. It was a very stressful night, as Papa did not want to stay at the hospital. He kept trying to get out of his bed (he can't stand alone, let alone walk) and saying "I'd rather go home with you girls to eat dinner." It broke our hearts, because we, too, would have rathered he come home with us!
While we were in the ER, Papa's spirits were pretty good ... certainly giving us plenty of things to chuckle about!
> We were explaining to him that he needed to stay, to get antibiotics into his system, have more tests done, etc. Below is the dialogue we had regarding whether or not he could leave:
Papa: I think we should go.
Me: Well, we can't.
Papa: I have the over powering vote.
Me: Why is that?
Papa: Well ... I just happen to have it.
Posing with his C.H.I.P.S. sunglasses
> Later, a nurse came to check his catheter and decided it needed to be changed. Mom and I left while this was done and upon our return:
Papa: Do you know who this is?
Me & Mom: No.
Papa: This is the woman who puts a tube in your penis.
> For most of the time spent in the ER, Papa's spirits were quite well. I asked him if he wanted to say "hi" to anyone ...
It was a long day ... we didn't get home until almost 11:00 and planned to be back at the hospital early Tuesday morning.
I am so glad I am here to help support my mom ... and gain precious memories of my Papa. He (and Granny) was so great to me growing up ... so many summers spent with them and so many great birthday parties, Christmas visits and presents ... I am so glad to be able to give back in some way.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Dayne's New Scooter!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Visit to the Gym: Part Deux
Wow. I'd be lying if I said I thought such excited thoughts about the gym. In fact, I was looking forward to NOT going ... you know, I don't want to "over do" it since I just went last night. Not that my lardy self won't benefit from back to back gym days!
Anyway ... I cooked dinner and then the boys and I headed to the gym for about 45 minutes.
We started with a walk/run on the treadmill. I have to say, I was not as patient with TJ tonight as I was last night. Kid wants to TALK all the time. I could hardly keep breathing, let alone TALK. Finally I told him that I didn't mean to be rude, but ... "let's talk later."
Monday, August 3, 2009
TJ's visit to the Gym
On another note .... Dayne (who is still in Waterloo with Donna) went to Bible camp tonight with her cousin and her "aunt" Rolo ... Looks like they had a great time getting their faces painted. I am sure that tied into Jesus? Jesus painted faces as a side gig ... maybe?