Difference

I have come to realize that life with your second child is much different than life with your first.  For instance...

I fished a small plastic squirrel out of Sam's mouth and noticed his tongue was bright blue.  The exact bright blue as the play-doh Emelia had been playing with.  I looked on the package of play-doh and it said "fun to play with not to eat."  Yet no where did it say if ingested blah blah blah.  So I assumed it was not a great idea to eat it but it was probably non-toxic.  Now, if that had been Emelia with a blue tongue I would have been on the phone with poison control while looking up play-doh toxicity on the Internet and calling my Dr. on the cell phone.  Oh well, Sam is fine, and besides it probably tasted better than the dog food I fished out of his mouth earlier.

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What a blah day.  I feel like I just walked around in a stupor all day.  Jeff is out of town and so it makes for long days.  Emelia was up at 1:00 with a bad dream.  I woke up all sweaty at 4:30 and then Emelia decided it was really time to get up at 6:30.  I don't mind 6:30 but on the heels of a sleep deprived morning it was not pretty.  I basically stayed in my pajamas all day.  We all did.  Emelia couldn't be happier and Sam doesn't know the difference but I think it just contributes to the blahs.  It snowed off and on all day which is why we did not go anywhere.  It was just a weird stereotypical stay-at-home mom day.  I washed clothes, picked up toys, fed children, changed diapers, looked up a poop question on the internet, talked to a friend on the phone, ate leftovers (while standing up feeding Sam), washed dishes, handed out one spanking and two time outs,  nursed, prayed, wished it was summer and pre-made the coffee so I can get up and do it all again tomorrow. 

 We are supposed to have our mom's group at church tomorrow.  At last, a reason to get dressed.