Cellulitis Weekend

Our Memorial Day weekend was so much fun that I developed cellulitis in my small toe. Just kidding...kinda. I discovered my hiking boots needed replaced after suffering a horrible blister on my left foot that quickly got infected. Since I was on my feet all week with the kids, I had no choice but to rest all last weekend and let the antibiotics work their magic. While I myself couldn't do much, I did keep the others moving. The oldest cooked all weekend, the playhouse was finished (the flowers even got planted in the window box!), the kids took a long walk on the bike trail since I couldn't (I had hoped to be able to go hiking, but that was not in the cards), we had movie nights, we watched the rocket launch, and the minis took care of getting the daycare room ready for our first full week of summer vacay!

Even though I was laying in bed with my feet above my heart (doctor's orders), a lot was accomplished. Despite not having shared them (yet), I did quite a bit of writing during my down time too. Here's a quick look at our weekend:

Homemade biscuits and gravy [above] and my infected toe [below]. New hiking shoes and boots have been ordered and are on their way! After several bad blisters lately, I finally thought about how long I had had my trusty hiking boots. Four years and a few thousand miles of hiking means they probably should have been replaced a while ago! 

My favorite part of the house: the 6001 1/4

Watching the rocket launch in mom and dad's bed because that's where mom was.

Dinner and ice cream while watching movies. I can't for the life of me remember what we watched, but we've been showing the kids some of the classics such as Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Baby Boom, and To Catch A Thief. 

I was so proud of how the minis took over getting daycare set up for the week. Not only did they do the weekly cleaning (vacuuming, deep cleaning, etc.), but they brought new toys up from storage and set things up with such care that it brought a tear to eye.

Then, of course, there's the weird things that happen when dad's in charge. Such as the youngest kneeling on the couch using a back scratcher in the middle of a conversation and the oldest tied up in a bag. Why you ask? I don't know and I didn't ask either.