Both kids have a bit of a cold. Rattly coughs and sniffles, John might be a bit worse. He came into our room about 2:30, and laid down with us for a bit, and I didn't even know it. I was out cold. I woke up eventually, Rhonda was giving him some medicine. I heard him say "I want to play with toys". Ha. Well, um, you should probably get back to bed, little man.

I think I mentioned this before, but whenever I ask Hanna what she did during the day, she still always answers "Musikgarten."

I got out the violin the other night and was playing some simple songs like Twinkle Twinkle, to see how interested John would be in playing it. He wasn't terribly interested, but Hanna was. She kept wanting me to play so she could sing along.

I finished up Austerlitz. There were some beautiful descriptions of Prague. It described a fortress that was an internment camp of sorts for people outside Prague. Thousands of people were crammed in there. It gives you a sick feeling to read about what the Nazis did, and how methodical they were about it. Taking these people's possessions and carefully sorting and cataloguing them, etc...