It happened...

It has happened...something I hoped never to have to deal with...Danielle ate a peanut butter cookie. My heart still hurts from all the extra beats. My neighbor had brought over some dried-up green beans for us to take the shells off of and use for seeds next year, it was a nice box so I thought I would send it back with a couple muffins I had made this afternoon, and like always my neighbor gave them a dutch cookie with a windmill on,(I thought) I even checked Sharleen's cookie as she come in the door first and Danielle was trailing behind so I thought same as always and kept on picking out books as it was story time. Then when everybody was sitting down I noticed that Danielle had a different-looking cookie...the kind that looked like homemade peanut butter, so I grabbed it away from her (to her protesting bitterly) and ran outside to Gerard who was weed-eating to ask if it tasted like peanut butter to him. If you live in the Chilliwack area you might have heard me yell his name (he was weed eating and can't hear much) and there was no way I wanted to yell it twice and sure enough he said it was peanut butter, so off to get the diaper bag...we ended up giving her four times the amount of benedryl that is recommended for her size (as she did not seem to have difficulty breathing we did not use the EpiPen) Gerard went next door to see about the cookie... I ended up phoning his daughter who made it, and she said there were two cups of peanut butter for a really big batch. We kept her up to keep on monitoring her and gave her crackers and more milk, though that might dilute the peanut butter. She wanted to go to bed at 8:30, I think all the Benedryl was making her really tired so I will keep on checking up on her throughout the night.
And the excitement never ends, yesterday morning I got a phone call from the school that it had been broken into on the weekend (I was there Saturday for a wedding, so sometime after that) and they got in through the window in the kindergarten room and took the surround sound, a computer, and Sharleen's $3500 F.M. system. She only used it about seven times so those were some $500 days. So now all the work of getting another one, it's so frustrating when people steal things. (it would be easier to just hand them the money than all the work of trying to replace everything and set it all up again.) We really talked to the kids about how it was wrong to take things that don't belong to you, and of course, they all had questions and Sharleen's was "Mommy are robbers big or small?" I thought that was a cute question.