Watch us grow: *Insert witty title here*

I wish I had more energy lately! Paul is gone for two weeks, so it has been all-mommy-all-day-don't-even-think-of-doing-something-so-small-as-going-to-the-bathroom-without-an-audience since Monday. William is sleeping horribly, both at naptime and at bedtime, and I'm just drained.

Last night was certainly eventful! One of Amelia's favorite things to do lately has been to put money in her piggy bank. She loves it, giggles the entire time, and wants "More? More money?" every time she puts the last coin in the bank. Well, sweet William was being not so sweet, and very urgently needed his diaper changed. I took my eyes away from her for about two seconds (yes, I should know better by now) to change his diaper, and mysteriously one of the quarters she had in her hands was gone.

Did she swallow it? Surely I would've heard her swallow it! But what if she did? What happens when a baby swallows a quarter? Is there lead in quarters? Is she poisoned? UGH. I tried to relax, since she didn't cough or choke or really make any signs of swallowing anything. Day proceeded like normal. She ate fine, went to sleep just fine.

Cue 9:00, about an hour after she's in bed, and about 30 minutes after William is in bed. I'm up to get him back to sleep (remember how I said he's sleeping poorly? Try 30 minute increments...all.night.long.) and I hear her crying. She NEVER does this. EVER. I try to relax, get back to my bedroom and lay down, trying to unwind from just another hectic day. Twenty minutes later she's up crying again. And then twenty minutes after that.

So right about now is when I started to panic. OH MY GOODNESS my child swallowed a quarter, and I'm going to go in to find her limp, lifeless body in her crib. (Over-reaction? Maybe, but still...) I called my mom, who advised me to call the emergency room. Wouldn't you know they refuse to diagnose or give advice over the phone? That makes sense right now, at 2:45 in the afternoon. At 10:00 at night? Not so much, especially when I'm choking back tears because of coursethis has to happen while I'm on solo duty.

I decided to peek into her room (she's a light sleeper, and was quiet at this point, so I was hoping against hope that I wouldn't wake her) and whaddaya know? Her legs are stuck through the slats of her crib. Major sigh of relief!! Now that I look back on yesterday, I really really don't think she swallowed a quarter. There's just no way, and I honestly thought to try swallowing one myself, just to prove I'm right...but I didn't. I'm not crazy, y'all. When I went in to get her this morning, her legs were still hanging out of the crib, but she was just fine.

Moral of the story: MONEY IS FOR SPENDING, NOT PLAYING!!

I did manage to take some cute pictures of the kiddos yesterday, since the last two posts have really only had pictures of Amelia. William is here too!!