DeA had a very, very busy weekend. It began by driving to Wenatchee to take Rock to Mission Ridge. He was going to snowboard all day, then ride the ski bus into town and take the Link all the way to Manson. The drop-off went well, and DeA spent a few hours shopping in Wenatchee before coming home. Around 4:30, I received a few calls in a row from Schnookums. I was with patients and couldn't answer, but then she texted that Rock was stuck on the mountain because there was a no ski bus today. Between patients I called her, she couldn't speak because she was crying because her baby was stuck on the hill and it would take her over an hour and a half to go get him. I told her that we knew enough people in Wenatchee that someone could grab him and give him a warm place to stay until we could get down there. The first person I called immediately said "oh, you want me to go get him and bring him up to you guys?" which was amazing but not surprising if you know Becky. Thankfully, Rock did the responsibly thing and hitchhiked with strangers to the bus stop.
Knowing that Rock was safely on the bus, DeA and I went to our annual Christmas party for the office. Rock showed up with his snowboarding stuff after hopping off the bus in Chelan. After about two minutes with the office staff, he asked if he could grab a pizza and chill at the office. The party was great and a fun night. We got home round 9pm, and Ryker tried to open a cheese slicer that DeA gifted me. He managed to slice his index finger. It was a deep cut, but clean. After DeA helped him with a band-aid, I heard a thump followed by a high-pitched sound. I looked at DeA and she had her hands on her temples and looked scared to death. I came around the corned of the island to see Ryker on his back appearing to be having a seizure. It only lasted a few seconds, and he snapped out of it and asked what was happening and began to cry.
I carried him to the couch and held him while DeA explained how his eyes went white and he passed out. It made me feel better to know it wasn't a seizure, but he was having a concussive response. DeA continued her high-pitched noises, and looked like she was about to pass out herself, so I had Rock call Hampa. I could handle Ryker, and I could handle DeA, but I couldn't handle both. Hampa told Ryker stories about other times big guys passed out, Ryker told him it wasn't helping, and then Hampa told him other stories. He passed all the concussion tests, he didn't even have a headache. DeA didn't want to let him sleep alone, so she cuddled him on the couch all night.
The next morning Jens had a basketball game. It was so fun to watch her with her friends.
The gym made it hard to get a good picture of her, but she played hard and said that she had fun.
I don't have pictures from the rest of the day, but there was a baptism, writing a talk, and helping Mom feed the missionaries. She sat down on the couch and within two minutes completely crashed. Ryker later snuggled in close.
Sunday began with me trying to follow the Argentina World Cup match without disrupting my meeting, setting up for Sacrament Meeting without disrupting Ryker watching the match on DeA's phone, and then trying to make it seem like Ryker was the one that yelled when Argentina won and not me. DeA gave a great talk, she does a really good job even though she works herself up.
We had family dinner after church. People kept asking if so-and-so could also come, and the answer is always yes, so we ended up with around 70 people. When the final guest left, DeA put on her PJs, shut the blinds in the bedroom, and curled up under the covers for a much-deserved monster nap.
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