Not even sure how to title this one...

Sometimes I worry that this blog has the potential to be fodder for Social Services.

Or is evidence that my children are, indeed, being raised by wolves.

Bottomless-wolves, no less.

On February 2nd, we watched as the groundhog didn't see his shadow. A 1-year-old translation? 'Spring is here early! No more pants!'

I have no idea (admittedly) how Henry lost his pants. And a sock. And I probably should have found said pants and sock and put them back on him before first getting my camera and documenting it.

But then what would you have to giggle at this Sunday morning?