360. Indigo

William said "go" and "car" today. He's added "shoe", "rain", and "door". He's getting close to saying "tickle"

William Bell is the reincarnation of William Bell. He wakes Grunty up, he wakes dad up, he wakes mother up.

I'm afraid I'm the one who woke up Diana from her nap this evening. Andrew started crying and I frantically put a bottle together after finding and opening a new bottle of formula. I forgot to screw the top tight on the bottle, and the formula poured all over him, and he wailed and wailed.

I worry about sensory integration, but I don't have to worry about Andrew talking, he's exercising his mouth every day.

Emma was here today. William likes to chase Emma back and forth on the couch.

William has been pulling me into the bedroom to read more, since we got back from Virginia's house on Sunday night. He reads all the wonderful books everyone has gotten us, and the books I picked out with the gift certificates. He says a firm "no" to books I pick that he doesn't want to read. Sometimes he's less patient with me reading the words, and pages through the book quickly. Sometimes he's open to new books. He let me read Where The Wild Things Are for the first time the other day.

I read about Indigo children in the NY Times the other day. They are troublesome children, who supposedly have an indigo aura. It's hooey, but I like the idea that they are here to save the world. I suppose you could say that about every child. Today I read about hikikomori, Japanese shut ins who live in their rooms for years.