I don’t know why I want to share this. It might reflect poorly on our parenting, but of course, that’s why it is funny.

These pictures were taken on a Thursday—the night of Thanksgiving to be exact. Wyatt was having fun, so why stop him?

Henry was having fun too, but his little leg shows just one tattoo. I am not sure what this says about their personalities, if anything, but when I do, I will let you all know.

The slightly alarming part is that their legs looked like this until Sunday night. And the slightly more alarming part is that we didn’t really consider bathing them until sometime Sunday afternoon, when I repeatedly had to ask Henry if he just farted every time he came near me.

Nope, he hadn’t farted. Apparently he just smelled like a fart because no one had bothered to throw that baby in the tub for four days!

What can I say; I guess it was just that kind of a weekend.