I hopped out of bed bright and early this morning to put together a special Groundhog Day breakfast treat for the littles. They were beyond excited to find hugs and kisses homemade waffles (in spite of what bestie S may believe, Bisquick IS totally homemade) and Groundhog hot cocoa when they ravenously raced down the stairs for breakfast.
Now, while the PCP might have been slightly more excited when he thought these were tic-tac-toe waffles than after my crash course hugs and kisses, he was thrilled nonetheless. Such a cute way to make a festive breakfast and, never fear, it works just as beautifully on frozen waffles.
In this household, we exclusively subscribe to the psychic prophecies of our very own hometown groundhog, General Beau Lee, who boasts honorary doctorates (which really says something about the University of Georgia), various other distinctions, and most importantly a 94% accuracy rate (that designer imposter, strangely named "Punxsutawhatever" rodent up North manages barely 85%.) As soon as we finished up breakfast, we hopped on the internet for the big reveal. And, we were ever so delighted (and highly relieved) to learn that Beau did NOT see his shadow this morning, thus predicting the impending end of winter.
Bless your heart, Beau. Spring is nearly here!

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