In a few years, I'm not sure how they'll feel about the hundreds of Instagram posts of them I indulge in, and whether we keep them in a public domain will be up to each of them. Sam already demands photo approval! But for now, I'll keep posting. Because these moments, little and large, while they are still little are fleeting.
We are just about over chickenpox (more on that when I've composed myself from the horrors) and Sam is off running the nursery. Ben handed me a piece of wooden track when we were "tidying" the playroom and then Leo started directing some Brio construction.
They played cooperatively for a good few minutes, and although there were an hundred jobs that I could or should have been doing, I stayed and watched and moved trains when the bosses told me to.
And despite a hundred little moments in a day where I'm not sure whether I'm any good at this job, I'm confident that was the right choice.