Making the best of an interesting predicament

I first of all wanted to thank everyone for their kind comments on the previous blog entry. The poem came abnormally easy and it was quite therapeutic. It REALLY has been a big comfort knowing that there are so many people that are concerned along with us. So thanks and here’s a friendly hug.

I saw this on my phone and I wanted to share it with everyone. When we were making the trek to Washington, we stopped at Dairy Queen and we gave Logan a box that held his fries and part of a hamburger. Miranda was taking a turn driving on our 15 hour car ride. She and I were engaged in conversation when I realized that the back of the car was rather quiet (which never happens with a three-year-old). As soon as I realized the quietness I heard a series of “umpffs”, “errrrrr”, and “hummmm”. I looked back to see what was going on. I quickly realized that Logan has stuck his finger in the box’s hole and it was stuck. When he saw me he began to laugh so I had to take a picture with my cell phone.



We had a good chuckle, and then of course I free'd the poor helpless (and cute) finger.

A Parent's Prayer

Empty Hearts, because of empty hands
Empty bed and several changed plans
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Will it stop I know not when
Will the opportunity come again
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Will he get to play with another
Would it be a sister or a brother
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Toys that sit for another time
Waiting on a nursery rhyme
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Of my blessings, I have to think
Of my gratitude I will not shrink
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My father is at the helm
Even when my feelings overwhelm
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Thanks for the opportunity to grow
And of thy love I better know
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Here we are father, my family of three
Kneeling down in gratitude and praying to thee

-Kerry

Mudd Ducks!!

So the story goes that we were finishing a light post in our back yard and it was a really, really hot day. Logan had been playing in the extremely dusty dirt and his face was really red. I started to hose a 7' X 7' circle of dirt, making it muddy. Logan came over because he was mostly curious to see what Dad was doing. I began to take my shoes and socks off, and before we knew it we were both knee deep in mud and having a great time. We built Snow Men, Aka...Mud Men and Logan even started a mud fight. :)

I’m just a little black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
I’m just a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I’m just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip