Last night when I was putting John to bed, he told me a story. He said "The train crashed into the happy joy joy trees. Oh dear! It fell over. It was broken." Ha! He's been doing that a little more, using his imagination and making things up.

This morning he was out on the driveway, and he was saying "I want to help you." I didn't clue in at first that he was really saying "help you", which is what he says when he means "help *me*". So I said you're a good helper, but then he said "help me", which is the first time I've heard him say me. He wanted me to help him get his trike out of the garage.

When I put the trike down, it started to roll down the driveway, and John said "come back!"

He went to Bible Academy last night. They made rocketships from plastic cups and streamer paper.

Lately Hanna has just cried and sobbed a couple times when we've said no, you can't do something. Don't know if it's just normal toddler behavior, or if she is going through some kind of grieving process. She'll be fine after awhile though.

Yesterday the kids were in the pool, and they put that new little tikes slide Rhonda got into the pool, and had a blast sliding down it into the pool.