Pegs

This week is the week if we were having a competition between our children that Tristan needs to start walking to be the first upright in our family. I've told him if he wants to beat sebastian to the crown today is the day to do it. But he seems only interested in the box of pegs on the deck which is affording me a lovely quiet cup of earl grey - my potion of choice.


Of course we encourage that type of competition between our offspring - pitting them against each other in a fight for our esteem and affection.
I am however reflecting on what a crazy child sebastian was and how lucky I was that he was first and not Elliot- if he'd come second I may have been beside myself with frustration. Hopefully Tristan will continue to take his time getting to where he is going. For now I'm enjoying little words that are emerging - pup pup pup for carnaby and he makes a funny little noise when he sees Elliot and only Elliot.
And whose idea was it to let a crawling baby on a filthy deck in a white suit?
Now off to organise our sunflower growing competition...

-written from here