Another Super Bowl comes and goes. For eats, we tried a pizza from a new take-n-bake place that opened up nearby. Pretty good. Next will try some of their more exotic fare. Looks good anyway.

The other day John was playing with a clear plastic container, it's big enough for him to fit inside, but he turned it on its side and put it on the endtable in the living room. Then, he wanted me and Hanna to be Dalmations, and he looked through the bottom of the container at us, and said it was a TV, and he was Thunder. He was pretending to do the scene in 101 Dalmations where the dogs were watching their favorite TV show! We'd say "look out Thunder!" and he'd kinda do a little scene. He even wanted Hanna to sit on my head, like one of the puppies (Lucky?) sits on Pongo's head! Clever boy.

We kinda developed a couple more games. The Zaccheus game, where they go racing up the stairs, and I say to them "you come down out of that tree, I'm going to your house today", and then they jump off the stairs and I catch them. They figured out the "Baby Game" all by themselves. They hug each other, and then kinda fall on the floor. They figured that one out by accident. John had bumped himself or something, and Hanna gave him a hug, and they tripped or something and fell on the floor, and they thought that was great fun, so now they do it on purpose.