John was a little agressive in sunday school yesterday. Boy, I just don't know what's bothering him. It seems like he's trying to express some frustration about something, but it's hard to tell what. I was gone by the time he got up yesterday, and that seemed to bother him, but Rhonda told him they'd meet me at the door at church, and that seemed to make him happy. Then, when they got to the church, I took him to the bathroom, and then brought him to his class, so maybe he was upset about being left again. I don't know how we can figure out how to help him.

Hanna was going potty this morning, and she pointed at the toilet paper and said "toilet paper" clear as a bell. She's really starting to talk more. After we have breakfast, Hanna will usually try to help John get his coat and boots on. She'll bring him his boots and coat and say "here you go!"

Temps have been in the 40s the last couple days, but starting tomorrow temps will get back down around 30.

John likes jumping on the bed with me holding his hands and then we sing Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho and One Little Boy Named David, and when the walls and the giant come tumbling down, he flops down on the bed. Of course Hanna has to get in on that action too.

I finished up the fourth book in Iain Pears' art history mystery series. Always enjoyable.