Well, the snow and rain has started to fall here. It's coming down pretty good now outside my window at work. Driving in, the flakes didn't start till around I-694. Word is it might be a mixture of sleet and freezing rain, so I'm sure the drive home will be fun fun fun tonight.

Both kids could've slept longer this morning, John especially. When I dropped them off, John gave me a big, tight hug for a long time. He'd never quite done that before. When we got there, John wanted to knock on the door, and since the door is usually opened by one of the girls, we'll usually go in, close the door with John outside and let him knock on it. We'll open the door and say "hi! come in!" etc...

Last night I was sitting on the couch reading some books with Hanna, and she leaned over me, and I don't know if she drooled on me or what, but there was a wet spot on my shirt. Hanna looked at it, said "Daddnnn" then got down and trotted off to the kitchen. I didn't know where she was going, but she came back with a kitchen towel, and kinda rubbed off my arm! She had this concerned look on her face. Ha! Where did she get that?

Sometimes in the morning when I put on her shoes she'll clap and say "yay!" Mmm, doesn't take much to please her!

Rhonda took Hanna and Ellie for a walk last night, and John wanted to go to after we played with Pooh CD, so I took him for a walk around the block. A few times he started running. He can run very well, very coordinated.

The Vikings. Sigh. Well, that's the defense I thought they had all along.