The activities of the day don’t leave me with enuf energy to stay awake to write in the evenings. The usual affairs of the day have been taking place during the week. Wes worked for Hamilton Monday-returned to work for the Bureau of Reclamation Tuesday. How I hope he keeps this job. 

Some of the things I want to remember; -Danny’s white hair gleaming in the sun as he wanders around in the backyard, busily exploring and experimenting.-His desire to “carry”, whenever I go out with a bucket or basket.

Billy’s eyes bright with interest, and his whole hearted laugh when I tell them about “The Little Red Hen.” His best Palsy-Walsy manner of saying “Thank Al”-or “your welcome, Al.” “Wes” sounds more natural now from him than “Daddy.” Billy’s response to many statements with “O-o-oh, Yes, uh huh.”

Things I’d like to forget; Billy’s nitemare last nite. This time he was sure a dog was on the bed, to bite him. He couldn’t be convinced otherwise. 

My impatience with him after about the third hour of being awake with him. Even Danny, disturbed, began whimpering, kicking and chasing chickie.

Billy certainly resents domination by his elders; and one way of showing it is his determination to get his hands and face all dirty after he has been forcibly washed. The first time he did that, about two months ago, I was dumbfounded. His dad had washed the chocolate pudding from his face right after supper. I was still at the table and Billy simply tore in the dining room, obviously in a furious mood, climbed quickly back into his cair, rubbed his hand in his dish and smeared the pudding all over his face. Another time, he streaked into the kitchen to his plate which contained syrup and repeated the process. 

-Albina Banks