Another word Hanna can (sort of) say is "helicopter". She likes the pictures of a helicopter in the Thomas books, and once in awhile, a helicopter will fly over th house.

Last night at supper while we were eating, Hanna's faced turned a bit red and got a bit splotchy. Hmm, don't know if she had an allergic reaction to something or not. I don't remember seeing that before. I didn't think she had anything she hadn't had before. She had had some tomatoes and green grapes. Strange.

Hanna has discovered she can scream. And boy, can she. Eardrum-shattering, crystal glass breaking screams. And we'll try to quiet her down by saying "shhhh", so now sometimes she'll let loose with an eyeball-rupturing scream, but then she'll put her finger to her mouth in an awkward, backwards way and say "shhh". Ha.

When I was at the game convention, I saw a Corvette parked in a handicapped spot, and it did have a handicapped permit hanging from the rearview mirror. Huh? I don't know how handicapped you have to be to get one of those permits, but why would a person in that condition be driving a Corvette?!? Strange.

This morning when I dropped the kids off at Sue's house (Rhonda had something at work) John said to me "Come sit on couch, don't go to work." Aww, I wish I didn't have to go!

I had the kids out on the driveway last night, and they were playing with their trikes and various little cars. The neighbor girl came over, and she had a red trike, but I don't think she can pedal it yet. So she was interested in our little cars, like the Tigger truck, and John wanted to pedal the red trike. He was zipping around like an expert, weaving in and out of people and obstacles, coming close to hitting them but always missing them.