Pfffbt.

That's how I feel today.  Like Pfffbt.

I've got this icky feeling I've had since last week that I just can't shake. 

I have nothing of substance to blog about. 

So here's some, as tv shows would call them, clips.

***Maggie was getting off the chair, and as she did, kicked PJ in the head.  PJ, not to be outdone, proceeded to try and roundhouse kick her in the head, since they were both standing.  John had to turn away in laughter and I had to squeak out "no, buddy, Maggie didn't mean it" without laughing in his face.

***Took Mags for her 15 month check up.  We were in the train room.  There was a train signal light with a red light and a green light.

"PJ, what color is this (pointing to green light)?"

"GREEN!"

"Good!  What color is this (pointing to red light)?"

After some thought, "NOT GREEN!"

***At every red light -- STOP MAMA.  At every green light -- GO MAMA.

***babaw -- Maggie trying to say football.

***Chicken Tortilla Soup I made for dinner last night = success.

And a large, huge, THANK YOU to the New York Giants for beating the Green Bay Packers, and thus allowing me to watch the Super Bowl this year.

Hopefully next week is a better week.