Lego sometimes makes me happy. I’m involved in a secret new blogging project – if I told you I’d have to delete you or unfriend myself or something equally nasty, so I won’t… yet. However, I was telling Boy Two that I might need to take a picture of something to go with it. He said he’d do me something out of Lego and – tadaa – here’s the result. I love it.
Teamwork makes it happen – sometimes. Boy One got busy. It involved, as usual, a box, Sellotape, scissors and lots of patience. This time he’s made a play house for his baby brother. Boy Three loves it.
It’s hard not to be totally even-handed with the boys. Even though the boys’ needs and demands are varied, I like to think I give them a fair distribution of resources. Lately some work I’ve been doing has involved writing – and thinking – about one of them more than the others. It’s made me feel strangely out of balance. How odd.