Mike and Bear are doing laundry out in the hall and I can tell Russell is more into screwing around than sorting clothes. He's giggling and then saying,"Oh, yeah?!" in this challenging sort of voice and I'm hearing thumps and thuds in the hall. I hear Mike say things like,"Russell, come here." Then I hear Russell giggling madly and begging for mercy and doing fake sounding,"Ow" noises interspersed with giggles as he tries to fake Mike out into believing he's injured.

Bear's feeling better, suffice it to say. And I got a lot of clothes sorted in the baby's room yesterday, in my effort to stay away from him.

I also went to the Vacaville factory outlet stores and found some awesome places...one of them had nice and inexpensive nursing clothes. I was stunned to find nursing clothes I could actually afford. I bought one dress I can wear home from the hospital.

I hear the howl of Russell playing too rough in the hall now saying something indignant and sad to Mike about how he banged his head or elbow or something and we're back to giggles. Of course, shortly after that, we get a demand for his allowance. Extortion, I think that's called.