Olof and Lydia are upstairs assembling her new closet.  Her bedroom is directly above the office, and I can hear the muted sounds of them moving around up there, stepping this way and that and sliding the closet components against one another as they put them in place.

Tage and  Petra are in the next room over, the downstairs living room.  I can’t see them from where I sit, but I can hear them talking and playing one or another Nintendo game (probably Mario Kart, the latest favorite for the Wii).  They’ve both gotten some sunshine and had their fill of Saturday candy, and they’re feeling calm and cooperative.  I love to listen to them when they’re playing well together.

Brynja is napping a few feet from me in the baby carriage.  She’s such a peaceful sleeper, her breathing deep and rhythmic with only the occasional sigh as she shifts position every so slightly.

All this, and Rod Stewart singing “Maggie May” in the background.  Bliss.