This morning as I was getting ready to leave, John did something he does once awhile. He usually doesn't want me to go to work, he wants me to stay, so this morning he went downstairs and stood against the door so I couldn't get out. Ha.

Warmer temps here, in the 30s, could hit the 40s tomorrow. Hopefully it will melt the compacted gunk off my driveway.

Last night we went outside and I shoveled off the driveway. With temps above freezing, the gutter at the bottom of the driveway had some standing water. Guess who quickly found that and was laying in it, splashing around?

Hanna once in awhile can be a little pill. Rhonda went to the regular meeting at the agency last night, and they talked again about shame there. Perhaps Hanna is acting out of a sense of unworthiness, an "I can't be loved" feeling. Well, we just keep trying to show her that's certainly not the case.

Swimming lessons again tonight. John has a hard time just sitting still when he's not doing anything, I think it irks his teacher, a high school gal that hasn't been around little kids much. The impression I get anyway. So, I try to be near and help settle him down.