92. 8 oz.

William just drank 8 ounces of milk. I said, "that's a record, isn't it?" Diana said he's done that once before. He's pretty tired, we took him for a walk. I got a hair cut, and we went to the store for more batteries for the digital camera. When we were in the store, I was trying to take a piece of the packaging of the carriage off, and my hand slipped and I bopped William in the head. He cried, the tears were rolling down, and I felt horrible. I've never felt such awful guilt. I hurt my son. But it was an accident, and he recovered. When Bridget called and told me that Morris had a baby ( 8lbs, 9oz, 19.5 inches, still a girl--yippie!), she said the people in the store must have been judging me, for rapping my kid in the store.

We took the family shower. Diana gets in first, cleans herself, I join with William. We wash him, and then she gets out with him, and I finish up. The family shower. He puts his hand to try and grab the water. It freaked him out that it was not solid. Welcome to water. Very different. The wind freaks him out too, a little bit. He feels, but he can't see.