"That's my favorite Pandora song!" K exclaims when she hears the Beatles' "Girl" playing on my computer.
T encouragingly telling Baby M that she will earn her Baby Badge when she goes a whole day without crying. I don't have the heart to tell him that not likely to happen for awhile.
I've got Baby M in her bouncy seat in the bathroom with us while getting the kids' baths finished. She finally stops fussing and drifts off to sleep. Unwilling to disturb a sleeping baby, I leave her there while putting K and T to bed. K repeatedly reminds me, "Don't forget Baby Margaret! Don't forget the baby!"
I've got a few minutes before Baby M wakes from her nap, so I sit down to sort through K's paper creations which have been overflowing from their alloted shelf for some time now. K sees me and begs to help. I sigh inwardly, thinking that she's not going to want to get rid of anything. Surprisingly, after a hesitant start, she is more ruthless than I am, saying that this item can be thrown away because it is "updated" (?), this one she can easily make a new one of, this one she doesn't need anymore, etc. Baby M wakes and I leave her to finish the job, and she does-- getting the huge mound sorted down to a small pile.