Playing Catch Up

It’s been months since I’ve posted and boy oh boy has there been a ton of craziness in the lives of the Grants…

My dad has been going through radiation treatment for his bladder cancer.  It’s been noticeably tough on him but being the “macho type” man that he is, he would never admit it.  He completed six rounds (in 6 weeks) and will start several more rounds this week.  He will go at the end of the month for his scan and we are praying for good news.  Since my dad’s diagnosis of cancer I always hug him a little tighter and I always tell him how much I love him every time I get the chance.

In February my husband went to his monthly military drill and was severely burned by boiling water on his legs.  It was several weeks of completely taking care of him.  He went through three rounds of debridement which was so horrible I would have to leave the room.  I literally could not stand to see or hear him in such pain.  It broke my heart to imagine how badly he must have been hurting.  Pounds and pounds of gauze, bandages, tape and Silvedene Cream later he is fully recovered.  He does have some pretty big scars but he isn’t the kind of guy to wear “Daisy Dukes” so they aren’t a big deal.

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In March we went to Red River, NM for Spring Break.  It was the first time snow skiing for everyone except me.  It amazed my husband and me how quickly Emma and Robby caught on and were on their way down the slope with no problem.  They had a wonderful time.  I had not skied in over 15 years but I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it all came back to me.  Then there’s Mike…poor, poor Mike.  Unfortunately he spent most of day 1 learning how to get up since he fell A LOT!  I was really proud of him for enthusiastically getting up and out on the slopes for day 2.  He didn’t fall as much and overall had a good time.  Day 3 was much better for him but he never did really learn how to stop which is what lead to most of his time on his rear.  It was a fabulous Spring Break and I can’t wait for another ski vacation in the near future.



That brings us to April.  We just celebrated Easter this past weekend.  Let me start by saying it was a wonderful day but it could have been better.  This was my grandsons (Jayden) first Easter and I’m always excited about his firsts.  The day started really badly…my 4 year old son (Robby) has a pair of boots that he wears everyday and with anything.  I normally don’t care; it’s just not a battle that is worth fighting in my opinion.  However, this was Easter and I wanted him to look nice for church and pictures on this day.  So, I put him in his cute shorts and collared shirt and give my husband the new pair of sandals I had bought him to wear with the outfit while I finished getting myself ready.  I could hear some yelling but couldn’t make out what was going on since I had the hair dryer going.  As soon as I turn off the hair dryer I hear a loud bang.  I walk into the living room to see my son flanging all over the floor and my husband trying to crab his leg.  It takes me a second but I soon realize that my husband is trying to get the sandals on Robby’s feet.  The loud bang was the first sandal that my husband put on his foot hitting the wall as Robby had ripped it off as soon as it was put on him and threw it across the room in rage.  We plead, fought, bribed and finally had to spank him to get him to wear the sandals.  It was so stressful but once we told him he had to wear them we didn’t want him to “win” get his way by means of throwing a fit so we had to follow through.  He was mad the entire time at church and afterwards when I was hoping to get some good pictures to remember Easter 2011.  Needless, to say it will be remembered as one of the most “CRAZY” Easter mornings ever!  The rest of the day (once Robby got to take off the sandals and put on his boots) was wonderful though.  We cooked out on the grill and had my parents over for lunch.  We colored Easter Eggs and hunted them in the afternoon and it was even warm enough to break in the pool for the first swim of the year.  It was indeed a blessed Easter.