Well, we had quite an eventful start to our fun weekend with Grandma B and Grandpa Bob. They got here on Thursday afternoon and then that evening we were going to go celebrate Ian's birthday with dinner out at P.F. Changs. We got there and then realized it was going to be a bit of a wait, so mom and I decided to take Weston for a walk around the corner and we were each holding one of his hands. We were playing the 1,2,3 swing game while we walked. About the third swing we said 1, 2, 3 and then swung but everyone's hands had gotten sweaty in the 100 degree heat and Weston went flying. He hit the ground mostly with his little face. It was pretty traumatic. Needless to say, we didn't end up staying for dinner. He is doing fine and healing up nicely already, but here are a few pictures of the fresh owies.

The injury a mere hour later. Sad little face. :(

The next night playing like a champ at the Millers.