I feel almost guilty posting these photos, taken this morning. We are soaking up the sun out here in the wild west. I think our region needs it’s own groundhog.

Pennsylvania has Phil.

Denver should have a prairie dog named Fleabag or Smugly or perhaps Fivethousandtwohundredandeighty.

Archie lounged in his bouncer, which I took outside:

The blanket was completely unnecessary…

Joel and Beatrix played and got their daily Vitamin D:

I know more winter is coming. March is Colorado’s snowiest month, a fact the weather-yappers on TV love to remind annoyed viewers.

We’ll see more white. Until then:

Maybe we were being wackadoodles, but we considered the Super Bowl to be a good family bonding opportunity. We had chips, hot and cold dips, spinach puffs, pop, and blankies to keep us cozy. We hunkered down for four hours of All-American FUN!

With the abysmal Broncos nowhere to be seen, we didn’t care about the teams playing in the game. It was more about the funny commercials we promised the kids we’d see. There were a few chuckles from the kids, especially regarding the ad with the chimps fixing the guy’s car. Too bad I can’t remember what the ad was trying to sell.

I realized it wasn’t much of a family fun day when the GoDaddy commercial aired featuring women showering together for three men who were watching them online.

There were several other iffy ads. Hey kids: Doritos massive crunch power will make a woman’s clothes fall off and turn cops into monkeys.

I am a pucker-mouthed prude, I guess. Do the ad agencies or networks that air the ads care that little kids watch the game, too?

Our solution was to turn it off midway through the second quarter. Next year, maybe we’ll go to a movie that afternoon.