Eleanor is 2 months old! She is getting to be such a big girl. She loves to smile, especially at her brothers (go figure). Fraser and Hammie both love to get on the floor with her while she is having her tummy time, which is pretty adorable despite my constant reminder "don't squish your sister!!"

Fraser had his first speech therapy session with his new teacher on Monday, and it went great. He had no problem with me leaving him in the classroom. I was so proud! Now that Fraser has speech on Monday and school Tuesday and Thursday, I'm starting to feel bad that I don't have more for Hammie to do. I've been toying with the idea of pulling him out of the early intervention group since by Friday we are all pretty fried, but I would hate for him to feel like he spends all his time getting schlepped around to his brother's activities and not doing anything for him. I have yet to come up with a solution on this one...

This has been a somewhat surreal week here. My friend's husband was killed in a motorcycle accident on Monday, and I have been torn between wanting to help and not wanting to get in the way. I have also, of course, been feeling very thankful that my own husband is well, and also that my children are healthy. I've also been feeling more than a little guilty for not being quite as thankful as I should be most of the time. Horrible as it is, sometimes it takes a tragedy to make us take time to reflect on what is really important. That said, there is a little boy here who wants to play trains, something today especially I am more than happy to do.