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At the end of the ward Halloween party on Friday, there was a scream of pain and sadness. This was our three-year old son, Everett. He had been playing with some other kids, most of whom were bigger than him, and had tripped and fallen in the parking lot, hurting his knee. This is NOT an uncommon occurrence. In fact, his knee was fine on Friday because we already had a Band-Aid covering another scrape that also came from a similar experience earlier that week. One of my weaknesses is when things go bad, I tend to want to blame someone for it. Which isn’t a great response when your child has fallen and skinned his knee, because most of the time it’s his own fault. If he would just slow down and not run, none of this would be an issue! So, this frequently leads to a situation where I’m holding a crying three-year old, trying to help clean him up and comfort him, all while fuming and angry/ irritated because of the entire situation. It’s definitely a parenting fail. There are two majo

 Hello, I have felt often that I should write some feelings about things in my life that are important to me.  I was thinking the other day about how many good experiences I have had with running in my life.  Currently my knees both have meniscal tears and while I hope to be able to run a marathon again, I am not sure I will be able to.  I had a blessing by Ethan and Mark about 3 weeks ago and since then I have been able to run every other day without incapacitating pain so I am very thankful and I am trying to keep running but I don't know if my recovery will be permanent or allow me to run a marathon again.  So I though while I am contemplating my running future, I would talk about my running past. When I was in Ypsilanti High School I always though I should do a sport.  I though about the big 3 - football, basketball and baseball.  My baseball career ended in little league between my playing outfield always and missing the occasional ball hit to me and not being able to hit the

A few days ago, a friend of mine from Chelsea Ward, Stephne Hilgendorf, sent me a Marco Polo, asking me if I would go to the temple with her sometime in the next week.  Her father is having double bypass surgery next week and wanted to go to the temple before he entered the hospital, but he ended up needing to stay for five days before his surgery.  So, all of his children decided to go to the temple  for  him.  Stephne was hoping to go to Detroit, but seeing as the temple is closed for one more month for renovations, she looked up Columbus which is also closed.  Indianapolis and Chicago were both available options, and were approximately the same driving distance, but I could only go on Friday, and Chicago had appointments open on that day.   So I told her we could go on Friday.  I tried to talk her into making it an overnight affair for the simple reason that driving to and from Chicago in a day  with Chicago traffic  was going to leave us exhausted, but she wanted to do it in a day.

October 2, 202... Too bad Glo isn't turning 22 on 10/2/22!  Hmmm, guess I should've thought that through 23 years ago ;-). Yep, the Kennedy baby turned 22.  I ask you, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!? As it so happened, Glo needed a second root canal (the first was the big one and was right before she left for fall semester), and Dr. Rodriguez didn't want to wait until Christmas, so we scheduled it for the week of her birthday because I figured I would be flying her home anyways :-) (As a side note here, for posterity's sake, and to save Glo future teasing, Glo takes AMAZING care of her teeth.  She does far more than any of her siblings, especially more than her cavity-free older brother who will come here for a week, forgetting to pack a toothbrush AND WON'T ASK FOR ONE NOR BUY ONE....) She arrived at DTW Thursday night/Friday morning, and like every time Glo comes home, she just falls back into a rhythm.  She woke up the next day and went running with Cherry. And then we w