We're Pheelin' It

Hello, Mother Load readers, this is Bun. I'm sure you know me as the charming and delicious baby of the clan, and everything you've heard is true. I am charming and delicious. And also incorrigible, whatever that means.

But enough about me. I wanted to tell you that my mom is a little too tired to post right now because she has caught Phillies Phever. It's a strange illness marked by a quick onset of euphoric feelings, a dramatically increased incidence of replacing the letter "f" with the letters "ph," and occasional sighing, caused primarily by Cole Hamels , who, she says, is cute as a button.

I suspect she contracted this illness sometime last night, although my father seems to exhibit symptoms to a lesser degree. Or in his case, it may only be a sympathy illness and not a true blood-borne pathogen. We all know he suffers from a life long case of New York Syndrome, which is characterized by his innate inability to cheer against any sports teams from New York when they are playing.

I woke up last night feeling pretty hungry -- it takes a lot of milk to keep this snuggle machine going -- and while I laid in my parents bed having my snack, they were watching all these people on television jump around like lunatics. Actually, I think they were lunatics. They were climbing light poles and setting things on fire. I think they may have been in the advanced stages of Phillies Phever, but I don't think my mom has it that bad.

Of course, I could be wrong, because she put a Phillies hat on my head at 10:30 and then made my dad go find the camera. She is usually all about getting me back into bed right away, but last night I had to have a photo shoot first. Can you see how confused I look? Yeah, I thought so.

Luckily, she already seems to be better this morning, which is a good sign, but she still has some flare-ups. Like when she turns on ESPN while she folds the laundry just so she can see the game winning pitch one more time. Did you hear me? I said she voluntarily turned on ESPN! I didn't even think she knew which channel to choose.

Other than the ESPN symptoms, she is doing all right, but I think it's a good thing we don't live down near Philadelphia with the rest of her family. She would be in much worse shape. Hopefully, she can take a nap and sleep it off, or else we might be eating Phillies Phranks and Phries for dinner.

Man, I hope my Dad doesn't have to work late tonight.