Morning storms

There's something so fascinating about a morning thunderstorm. Maybe it's just the novelty - usually we only have thunder here after 4PM or in the middle of the night).

Yesterday ended just as pitifully as it began - my daughter's softball team lost in the playoffs, on a walk, no less. I guess it's just as well, they got IN to the playoffs in the exact same manner - by the other team walking in a run in a tie game in the bottom of the last inning. Jeffrey put a hole in the wall by pushing the front door open hard, even though we have a door stopper. The evening was spent consoling my dd and then killing ants and spraying more poison. I'm not proud of that.

This morning, after the storms, (*warning, gross medical alert*) Jeffrey had a few horrible diapers, with some blood in them. I'm *hoping* it's just something he ate yesterday, as he is not acting sick in any other way. He *did* have some awfully weird things - several without my knowledge - half a hot dog (that he didn't chew too well), an oreo, part of blue and yellow freezer push-pops, and some melon (new to him). I'm going to watch him, but this may negate my plans to have my parents come over and watch the kids while I run to get dh his presents for his birthday. :-( He will understand, but still...

Anyway, the storms are over (darn) and the day is turning hot and humid. Thank you for all your kind comments yesterday. I am hoping my life storms are over and I can have a more *normal* chaotic and stressful day. ;-) Hope springs eternal!