From Our Weekend

Josh was feeling iffy last week so he stayed home to rest up Thursday and Friday because we had plans we didn't want to have to cancel over the weekend.  It worked like a charm and he never got sick sick and he even was able to get some stuff done around the house on those days, too.  One such "thing" was getting started on Anna's and Josh's playground project, which is a bridge that will connect the swingset to the tree next to it.  So far they have this platform constructed and some ropes out there that they are still figuring out.  If you look closely, you'll see the Noah there hammering. :)

The main event from our weekend was a retreat to Linden Valley Baptist Conference Center with our church.

As with most social commitments we make, I grew more and more anxious about going, but it was needless worry as it usually is.  It was a really refreshing little getaway with so much packed into twenty-four hours away from home.

We had a really great time and are so thankful for the extra moments we were able to invest in our church family

and in many of those new friendships.

The weather was gorgeous, the area fit our group perfect, and the kids possibly had the best time of all. 

Well, not counting this blister bug/caterpillar that Anna accidently brushed up against while gathering leaves and flowers for a bouquet.  Apparently, the spines on these bad boys sting like a wasp and we have the screams from Anna still echoing in our heads to remember it by.

  

No worries though - Josh's king kong first aid kit worked magic and by the end of the day you couldn't even tell she'd been attacked.  :}  Poor critter, though, was annihilated by Josh before the hour was up.  

In other weekend news, I finished a pair of fingerless mitts, my first ever crochet project that stretched beyond straight rows upon rows .  

The trouble is, no matter how great one is, it's really hard to make the other match exactly the same.  I made two different ones for the right hand in an attempt to match them better to the left, but in the end it is still not right.  GO FIGURE!  I am stumped.  Same pattern, same count of stitches, and still one is bigger and looser than the other.  They win.  I give up.  I am done with the mitts now.  These, while slighly mismatched, will just have to do.

Throw in a bunch of great football and Anna getting some birthday money in the mail from the sweetest of Memaws and you have a sweet, sweet weekend as a whole.  Feeling rested and ready for the week and not even feeling stressed about the cake I need to make. Ha!