and I don’t really care what the furry little rodent sees. My life is pretty much like Bill Murray‘s is in the movie Groundhog Day. I wake up the same, I go to bed the same. Somewhere in the middle is a series of mild disasters, a few tears (mine and the Twinkies), some growling (me and the dogs), some food (mostly for the Twinkies) and there we are.
Although I live in Pennsylvania, I live about as far away from Punxsutawney as you can get and still be in the Keystone State. They are a different breed up there….(and that is all I am going to say about that) And, while I am on the subject, I don’t even want to know hoe “Gobbler’s Knob” got it name. Really….talk about TMI (too much information). I have nothing against groundhogs in general. I love animals. I think PETA suggesting that they use and animatronics version of Phil is a bit much…ok…it is down right stupid. The people up there worship “Phil The Groundhog”. He lives better than I did when I was in college!!!
My day yesterday was wonderful. I am not going into much detail about that, but it was just what the doctor ordered. And besides that, I actually sorted and folded socks, and hung up laundry. Yeah, I was in a pretty darn good mood to do that and then ADMIT it on my blog.
Daniel was a little fussy in the night. He keeps putting his hands over his ears and screaming. I am not sure if it is because he is getting the 2 year molars, he has the start of an ear infection, or even he thinks that his screaming and squealing is too loud (the boy can blow out an eardrum!). Having never had 2 year old before…. I am asking all those mommies out there who have walked down this path to shed some insight…..
Mothering My Miracle Multiples 