This morning Hanna was in the bathroom, and the toilet seat was up, and there were some rubber pieces on it or whatever, to protect the seat when it was resting on the bowl, and she pointed at them and said "hot dogs". Heh, yeah, they kinda looked like little hot dogs.

As I was dressing her this morning, John had got out the little toy electric guitar in her room, and he was playing a little rhythmic beat, and he was making up a song to sing along with it. Something about the Hundred-Acre Wood. It was cute. Then, when I was done with Hanna, I said it's time for breakfast, and Hanna immediately went over to John, turned off the guitar, took it away from him and put it back by the toy chest. Ha!

We chased around last night. When John wants me to chase him, he says "I want to chase you Daddy" and when he wants to chase me, he says "I want you to chase me, Daddy" A bit backwards.

We played hide the metronome a little bit. Once, John put it in a box by the piano, and Hanna saw, and then Rhonda took her upstairs to change her diaper, and she came back down maybe 5 mnutes later or so, and she immediately went over to that box to look for the metronome. She remembered! She's sharp, can't get anything past her.