The rest of our weekend was pretty uneventful - the haircut was the highlight. We ran a bunch of errands, I did a bunch of laundry, Henry headbutted me in the nose so hard that it bled and still hurts like crazy. The usual.
Perhaps the other, slightly less momentous, highlight of the weekend was the completion of the painting in our house. When we moved in, we had the entire downstairs painted. At the time, I didn't have the sanity to extend the project even further, to include the upstairs, so we just left it at that. A few weeks ago, the banister in the stairway fell off the wall, and the repairs required some painting. I figured that while I had the painter out doing that, I might as well have him repaint and trim the entire upstairs, as well as paint the front door. So for the past two weeks, we've been confined to the downstairs - meaning no playroom for Henry, which made me think I might lose my mind. Fortunately, the painters finished just in time, and we now have our upstairs and playroom back. Henry loves it, we love it, all is good. Pictures to come (when I get around to taking them).
|The before: Happy as a clam, but blinded by his super-long bangs|
|During: OMG this lady is going to kill me|
|Well, maybe this isn't so bad after all|
|After: Still a little uncertain, but super handsome|
|Fully recovered and wreaking havoc at the salon|