It was probably mostly motivated by the desire to procrastinate, but Luke and I had a good talk about the new baby the other night. It started with a "I don't like having my room downstairs." And ended with, "When John Paul and I both have rooms downstairs, he might come in my room and we can talk after bedtime." In the middle there was some of this, "I wish he would come out right now an be the same size as me." To which I could only reply, "Ouch."