Retreat Memories

Sometimes a picture really can say a thousand words.

But do you think I'd simply post pictures? My rambling mind doesn't allow me to do such things.



It's been a while since Brian had a strong aversion to bright lights- but it was very apparent this weekend. He would cover his eyes, hold my arm over his eyes, and/or just cry. The first day and a half he refused sunglasses, but finally accepted them. Once he saw the positive effect, he wore them faithfully.



Saturday night's entertainment was the Amazing Magic of Wes Booth. How excited was Corbin when he was called out of the crowd to be the magician's assistant???



Brian hasn't had an apple in ages, due to them seeming to contribute to some reactions. And after a few meals of him barely eating a handful of something I gave in and let him have an apple at the cafeteria. He's pondering this moment of leniency here.





Trains. What can I say about trains. Or better yet, what can I not say about trains? Brian was in heaven.




Just call him Zoolander. Within five minutes of pulling into the campus he asked if he could pose on this rock, I laughed and told him I'd do it before we left. I forgot. Corbin did not. This was our last moment before leaving the retreat.