Ouch!

Saturday evening started out like any other, with the boys helping Daddy get the grill ready for our cookout with friends.

They examined our eco-friendly charcoal and got really dirty

and loved every minute of it.

And then, literally 2 minutes before our guests arrived, we heard Henry crying from the backyard. Apparently he had been "sitting in the playhouse window" and fell into the playhouse. The playhouse floor is stone so you can imagine the gash on the back of poor Henry's head. Fortunately, our good friend Candice, a former nurse and mom of four, came over and checked it out and we determined it didn't need stitches, but just a butterfly bandage. Thank goodness!

Can you see the bandage? We had to shave his head a little bit to get the bandage to stick.

Ouch!