Much of the weekend was spent painting my inlaws' house. In the process the boys each managed to get paint on themselves and IN THEIR HAIR. I wish I had taken pictures at the time but my card was full. However because the paint was in their hair and it won't wash out...we had to cut it out. Meaning that my baby is no longer a baby- he's a big boy with a big boy haircut. He's a happy little squirt though.
We came home from dropping brother bear off at Kindergarten and played on the swings. (The baby swing is what Charlie got for his birthday.)