Jelly Star

Violet ate a jelly star sticker on Monday morning. We were playing, sticking them on the window, and I left her alone with them to answer the phone. BAD MOTHER. When I got off the phone, Violet ran past me into her room (the telltale sign that she's up to no good) with something in her mouth. I did a quick star count, and one was missing.

I freaked out - don't swallow that! bad for you! toxic chemicals!

Aaagh she swallowed it!

In retrospect, I might have overreacted, but the package said Made in China, and DO NOT EAT! So, my first instinct was to make her throw it up. It wasn't successful, and for the rest of the day she would look at me strangely and ask "what you do that to me in the bathroom for?". Anyhoo, spoke with the fine people at TeleHealth and Posion Control (while Violet was actually whining for more stars), and it turned out not to be toxic. She has suffered no ill effects from the star.

After I hung up the phone, I broke into tears. That (and only that) upset Violet, who ran into my arms and wouldn't look at me until I was happy again.

Now she tells people "I ate a jelly star, and Mama was angry, then she cried and I hid, and then I peeked and Mama was happy again".

Jem slept through it all.

That was Monday, and things have looked up since then. The laptop is back. I started a mommy boot-camp spinning class. We set up the Christmas lights and have made a dent in our first box of brandy beans and bottle of Southern Comfort. We have our traditions here.