Cheeseburgers, nanananananana!

Noah has a new face to make:

 I haven't the slightest idea what this sour-taste face means, but he looks like he just bit into a lemon. He makes it mostly while in his high-chair, but we managed to capture the look as he was rockin' it on his changing table. Another cute photo op; we went to Target then Walmart to look over "big-boy" car seats. On the way home, Noah did his usual routine of getting fussy and then going completely silent, as though a switch had been flipped. When we got home and opened the car door, this is what we saw:

 

 He konked out in the middle of chewing on his book.
And then, friends, a final look at what happened this past weekend.

My sister was in town. We went to movies, chatted about lives, and ate some frozen yogurt. And then she made me a brunette.