{bela & sam's} For we need a little music, need a little laughter ...
[is sitting in the living room, keeping an eye on Michael in his playpen. Ever since he started walking, he's been getting into EVERYTHING, and when Bela had to work from home, it was best to just keep him contained. she's on the couch, flipping through one of the books she needed for research, and occasionally glancing up to make sure her son was still where she left him]