The Groesbeck's

The Groesbeck's

Monday, August 23, 2010

Quick Update

It's been a while since I've posted. We have been so busy lately. We moved to Salem, went to Bear Lake with my family, Garrett and I took a couple of days and went to Zion's National Park without Grayson and had a great time, and have generally enjoyed the summer. Most of all I just wanted to announce to the blog world that I am PREGNANT! We find out what we are having in 2 weeks, and we cannot wait!

Monday, May 24, 2010

the good. the bad. the ugly.

I don't even know where to start really. The past two weeks have been a crazy, emotional roller coaster. I think giving you a day by day account would be best. Here I go.

Saturday May 8


Won't go into detail, but the day did not start off with a bang. With that in mind, we were scheduled to meet with our real estate agent at 1 p.m. to go look at houses. We had four houses to look at. The first three were uninteresting to us, so we headed to the fourth--in Salem. As we pulled up the this particular house, a friendly black lab greeted us with his toy and wagging tail. We set Grayson down to play with him--the kid LOVES animals. After a few minutes of petting the dog, we went inside to look at the house. LOVED it. We went back outside to look at the yard. We were on the porch for a minute playing with the dog, and Garrett and I stepped off of the porch to take a look at the pond that is close by--leaving Grayson to pet the dog. I noticed the dog going into its kennel and Grayson following and looking into the kennel. I looked away for a moment. Heard an attack. Rushed to Grayson. Lifted him into my arms. Noticed a big bite from the dog on his cheek. Ran to the car yelling to Garrett (Garrett was giving the dog a well deserved punishment). In the car. Blood everywhere. To the emergency room. I ran into the emergency room with Grayson making quite a scene. I hadn't taken time to examine how bad everything was--I was too busy holding pressure on what I knew was a really bad bite in his cheek. I just knew that there was a lot of blood, and I was freaking out. We got pulled back immediately--only to sit there for four hours before they started stitching Grayson up. The bite on the cheek that I saw went all the way through his cheek into the mouth. It was bad. Bad. BAD. He also had a pretty good cut around his ear, above his lip and other smaller cuts on his face that had to be stitched. He had bruising around his eye from being pushed into the cage. Plus a little puncture on his chest. I was grateful that they offered sedating him from the start. I was fully prepared to be a beast and demand sedation. The doctor did a pretty good job. I have been pretty satisfied with his stitch work. He offered to have a pediatric surgeon come and sew him up in the OR, but there are only two in Utah County and I didn't know how much longer it would take for one of them to get down to Payson, and by that time I couldn't handle to look at the gaping wounds any longer. So stitching done, antibiotics in, we got to go home. I'm pretty sure I cried for 9 1/2 hours straight that day. STRAIGHT. I couldn't help myself. I was so traumatized and so shaken up--without a doubt the worst day of my life thus far.

Sunday

Grayson looking slightly better, but not great. We also get news that Garrett's grandpa is not doing well and will probably not survive the night. Garrett left to go be with his family, while I stayed home with Grayson.

Monday

Garrett's grandpa passed away.

Tuesday, Wednesday, THURSDAY


Grandpa's funeral. It was a nice service, but sad all the same. He will be very missed!

Friday

Best friend Katie's wedding. This is the good. I love attending sealings. It reminds me of everything good in my marriage and fills my cup up. Not that my cup is empty or all that close to empty, but it always gives me a renewed desire to love Garrett with all of my heart. I love it. We spent the morning at the temple and had the day to hang out in Salt Lake. They had a ring ceremony at six that we wanted to attend, and I got directions to the place where the ceremony/reception would be. I decided (for some reason) that we had to get on I-80 to get to this place. Right by the freeway entrance there had been a pretty hefty car crash. It slowed traffic down TREMENDOUSLY! It took us forever to get through the traffic. We finally got onto the freeway, and I decided not to follow directions and go with my own intuition. That was not smart. We had to turn around and go back to where we started and through the crash traffic all over again. I was ticked. I had figured out where we were going by then, but we were already late and stuck in the same stupid traffic that we were stuck in before. We finally got out of the traffic and got pulled over for speeding. Lovely. We finally arrived for the ring ceremony 40 minutes late. The best part is--it was only about 5 minutes away from our initial starting point.

Katie had a lovely reception. I laughed and I cried. I love this girl. She has brought so much LIFE into my life. She's been there for me always, and I just love her. When we left the reception, I sent her a text telling her how great everything was, how beautiful she looked and how I hoped she had a great time on her honeymoon and that I couldn't wait to hear from her when she got home. She text back quickly and said: "Thank you so much for coming and staying so long! I love you! And I love seeing you! I'll keep in touch, I love you!" Made me want to cry all over again. Congratulations to Katie and Tally for tying the knot. Love you both!


This past week has just been a week of laying back and trying to recover. I don't feel like I'm all the way there, but I'm definitely improving, and so is Grayson. This will show you his progress!










Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Today

Today has been pretty insignificant. What I have done today is pretty much what I do every day...

Grayson woke up around 7:45. Garrett went and pulled him out of bed and brought him to me. He nursed for a few minutes, and then we watched country music videos for another few minutes. I sat him on my bed while I went to go get some Post Great Grains cereal with blueberry yogurt for me and cheerios with bananas for Grayson. We ate our cereal while we watched those country videos. After breakfast, we went to Grayson's room and played with blocks, red some books and enjoyed being with each other. Then Grayson napped.

While Grayson was sleeping, I went outside and ran a couple of miles. During my run, I listened to this song over and over again because I am in LOVE with it. After running, I did some lunges and put the Ab Ripper X video in from P90X and did that.

Grayson woke up and we got ready to go to my sister's house to say hello. I tried some green smoothie for the first time at her house. It was interesting, but I think I am actually going to start drinking them myself. While we were there, Grayson started screaming in the other room. I ran in to see what was wrong, and discovered that he had smacked his head on a corner and there was literally a dent in his head. Within a few minutes there was a nice big goose egg on his forehead. Poor little guy.




Kids went down to sleep, so I loaded Grayson in the car and we came home. Grayson and I got in the shower and snuggled. Seriously one of my favorite things. When the water hits his back, he just curls right up to me and will just snuggle for the longest time. He has been known to fall asleep in the shower with me. I love love love it. We got out of the shower and put lotion on. Grayson is loving lotion right now...he throws fits when he can't have a squirt on his hand. Once that was finished, Grayson went to sleep, and I watched a few minutes of Ellen Degeneres. She gave me a laugh or two.

Now I am blogging. Once Grayson gets up, we will wait for Garrett to get home and have dinner. Garrett has a basketball game later tonight, so we will go watch him play.

That's every day for us.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

A Valentine's Tribute--A Little Late

Last night I got called in to work at around 10:30 p.m., and I got sent home at around 3:00 a.m. When I got home, I got in to bed and snuggled up to Garrett's warm body. I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. I started to think about how grateful I am that he is alive, and I started to cry. I started to think about our long journey together and how much it has all meant to me. If you're not familiar with our story, let me enlighten you.

Garrett and I met when I was 14 years old--a freshman in high school. We both liked each other and started "going out". We broke up a month later because of peer pressure, and we didn't talk to each other for about 7 months. In June of the next year, I got a phone call one evening. It was Garrett wanting to hang out. We hung out that night and we just never stopped being together after that. A couple months after getting that phone call, we said "I love you" for the first time on the front porch of my dad's house. And we did.

Garrett left for his mission when I was a senior in high school. Although I dated while he was gone, I wrote to Garrett every week. When he got home, we eventually decided to tie the knot.

Lying in bed last night, I was thinking about our high school years. My heart smiles when I think about those years that we had together. Together we endured many trials during those years. I was experiencing my parents divorce and home life being generally uprooted. Garrett was experiencing other home life difficulties as well. I think we both found peace when we were with each other. It was like none of the bad stuff in our lives were really happening. Garrett had already experienced what I was going through, and he was there for me through everything. I was also able to be that support for him--there for him through thick and thin. I think these experiences really made us become close at such a young age. We were best friends.

I love thinking about all the good times. Last night I was remembering going on drives in the "Old Red" (Garrett's old Ford) and listening to Tim McGraw. I remember kissing Garrett while he was driving, and then I would get mad at him for not paying attention to the road. I remember Garrett throwing rocks at my window to wake me up when he was off of work. He worked at Teriyaki Stix/Hogi Yogi. I would sneak downstairs and let him in, and he would have a big cup of frozen yogurt that we would eat in the basement. I remember rough housing in my dad's kitchen and breaking his window. I remember going to the river late at night on several occasions to go swimming. I remember sitting on the front porch at my dad's house watching the cars go by and talking for hours. I remember talking about how it would be to get married one day. I remember loving to cook together while listening to Norah Jones or Peter Breinholt. I remember being so much in love. It was such a magical time.

I still feel that magic in our relationship. I am so grateful for a man who loves me for all that I am. I am grateful for the solidity he brings into my life. I am grateful for his ability to make me laugh. I love how he makes me feel like I am the most precious thing in this world to him. I really, really love him.



















Thursday, February 25, 2010

Oh the Joys of Work

Last night, Garrett and I were up late talking about work. I was on a roll talking about one of my work days this week. Not a great one. It's not like it was a horrible day where the worst scenarios were coming to me--I just continually felt like I was messing up on things, couldn't quite catch up on everything and I felt like I was asking so many questions--to the point where it was becoming annoying to others. Normally, I feel no shame in asking many questions because that is how I learn, but on a night like that night I just felt like a huge burden. I wanted to cry during my whole 12 hour shift. To top it off, I don't really feel like I have friends for support at this particular work place yet.

At the end of our conversation, I was realizing that this particular night is just going to be one building block of my work experience. I'm sure there are going to be many great shifts ahead, and I also know there will be many terrible shifts ahead (kind of scary to think about what those terrible shifts will bring). I was telling Garrett that I sometimes wish I could fast-forward five years and automatically have five years of working experience behind me so that I could say I'm experienced without going through the horrible experiences :). Sometimes I really do think that, especially on a night like the other night. I'm sure experience would have made that night a piece of cake for me. At the same time, I'm sure I wouldn't feel proud of my "work experience" if I hadn't actually gone through the cruddy learning process.

Mostly, I love my job. I really do. I have the job that I have always wanted, and it brings me so much satisfaction. For that, I need to be thankful. Whining and complaining about certain shifts just makes me realize in the end how much I have to be thankful for and how much I should appreciate these experiences because they will only make me better at what I do.

Not really sure where I'm going with this, but I just wanted to get it out there.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sunday Afternoon

Today was a beautiful day, so we thought we would go to the lake and walk around.














So lovely!