Needles

I went to the womens retreat with our church this weekend. It was nice to have a chance to get away. I missed my family so much though. I haven't had the opportunity to leave the kids much so it was hard to think that they would be ok without me. It was wonderful to be around other christian women even though I was the youngest by 15 years. We worshipped, had messages, ate together, and played games, I was kind of disappointed that it was raining so we didn't get to have a camp fire, but such is life in Oregon. I had a chance to build some realtionships with the women and get to know them a little better.
The other day Scott had our little sewing box out fixing his camera bag. The kids were interested in what he was doing so he decided to show them a "magic trick." He stuck a needle through a callouse on his hand showing the kids the needle could stay without him holding it. Rusty was really excited by this, holding his hand up he said "my hand daddy, my hand." Scott proceeded to to poke him trying to find a callouse, he didn't have any but he finally got it under a single layer of skin and Rusty was beside himself, only to be disappointed when it fell out a second later because it was barely in his hand at all. Scott said "no more" and continued fixing his bag. A minute later we hear Rusty saying "ouch, ouch, ouch," He had a needle and was sticking himself all over his chest he kept saying "my skin." Later, (while I was at the women's retreat) he somehow got ahold of another needle and stuck it repeatedly in Kelsea's head, she said "ouch, Rusty is stabing me with a sword."

Holy Kelsea

Tonight as we were getting ready to go to church for our young adult Bible study, Kelsea asked if she could bring her Bible so that the kids could have Bible study. She ran upstairs and got her Bible out of her room (which lead Rusty to want his Bible also).

On the way to church Kelsea was "reading" her Bible to her brother. We heard her telling him something about Mary and Joseph and that they were disciples. I attempted to correct her about Joseph and God both being Jesus' dad but Kelsea must have had no idea what she was talking about and responded "God is always with us, but he is not always with the wicked." After our laughter ended I asked her where she was taught that. Her response was, "It's in the Bible."