A Pair of Pants

James must be teething. He's gnawing on anything that even gets near his mouth, drooling more than usual, and crabby as anything. He is, officially, a Crankypants.

Joseph, on the other hand, has been feeling the loneliness of having Mom busy with other people, lately. It was his turn to get some good one-on-one time with me, so on Monday we went on a Super Special Shopping Trip to pick out underpants. He looked at everything Target had to offer and chose Lightning McQueen ("Tar!"), Thomas the tank engine (because it's a train), and "Big-gid Unnerpants Lite Daw-ee" (boxer breifs). Diego and glow-in-the-dark Spiderman didn't quite make the cut.