My sons

William asked Andrew, "is today a cloudy day or a sunny day?" I ask William that.

Andrew has taken to cleaning with the baby wipes.

William had an hour of speech yesterday and he was very verbal in the evening, very intelligent. I was impressed.

I've been mulling over going to an institute to develop my skills as a psychotherapist. It would take me away from the family and from my spiritual friends. But I think I would be more responsible at work, I would be able to help more as a therapist. I suppose I feel like I've been floundering long enough, I need more.

It's going to be hard, because I put the boys to bed, and I wake up with them, and I don't have enough sleep. We're in a routine of getting into the bedroom, drinking milk at 9. But sometimes it draw out till later. Sometimes they take big naps in the day, or they're just not tired. They have been getting up at 7. Say 10-7, that's 9 hours, that's not enough for a 19 month, and a 3 year old. I worry about sleep and the boys.

William has been into his Thomas The Tank Engine tracks. He got some for his birthday. At Natasia's he says, "they're my tracks." He really likes the tracks. This morning he asked me to put them together, but I was so tired, I couldn't get into it, and I wanted him to do it.

I love those boys, I'm looking forward to the weekend.