When we got home from church this morning, John was just a jabberbox. Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk. Don't know who put a quarter in him. He had fun jumping on the bed for a bit, and was singing some of his songs all by himself. He knows his music so well. And yesterday, he was making up his own songs a little bit, singing about this or that but making up his own tunes. That's the first time we've heard him to that.

I took him outside yesterday while it was still warm (today is freeeeeeeezing.) We walked all the way around the block for the first time. But already coming back, about halfway up Isanti, he started whimpering a bit because he knew we were headed in the direction of home and didn't want to go back. He loves to play outside so much.

About time for his nap, and I'll sit down with the Sunday newspaper. Good news from Pakistan I see, as they flushed another rat from its hole.