it's thursday night, 9.30pm. the shower felt great.

i nearly broke sebastian's heart today. he and jasper had been sniping at each other for what seemed an inconsequential thing, and then jasper apparently made the comment that all of my children have been known to utter at times, "you're not my brother".

sebastian, forgetting those same words have come spewing from his gorgeous little lips on a variety of occasions, sought me out for comfort and more than likely, in hopes of getting his brother into trouble.

unfortunately, i had just finished a small run, cut short by the need to visit the bathroom. i reached the bathroom with some relief when sebastian stumbled into the bedroom and wailed, "mummy...."

he poured out how his brother hated him and didn't want to be his brother anymore and didn't love him. he looked at me, wanting reassurance of how he was loved.

and i am afraid that mother nature caused me to shut the door in sebastian's face and say, "nonsense, he does love you. now go find him and straighten this out or you will both feel yukky inside." (this last sentence in direct proportion to my tangled and yukky insides.)

me shutting the door could have further devastated sebastian, but instead he found his brother and i believe they sorted out their business while i took care of mine.

and in case you are keeping track, sela now is riding a bicyle without stablisers. round and round. if you ask jasper, he will tell you very calmly, "i don't want to. why do i need to know how to ride a bike, mummy?"

why indeed? he's a taxi kind of fellow. and actually, coming home from a rock climbing birthday party today, it was jasper's job to hail the taxi. sela was also suffering from a troubled tummy, and i was tending to her, and i told jasper like at ballet, he was the man of the group and needed to get us a taxi. truthfully, here we are on robinson road, taxi hungry folk surrounding us....i didn't rate jasper's chances of getting a taxi too high. but his little hand went up, and flapped flapped flapped, and voila. in we went. jasper asked if he could sit on my lap and as he had done such a spectacular job hailing the taxi, i let him.

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[Dad aka GDad Blake]

Sebbie's concern is akin to that of the ape who was sitting in his zoo cage while reading Darwin's theory of evolution and pondering the question " am I my keeper's brother?".
Love to all....Dad

[JoeInVegas]

Oh, growing up so fast - the taxi man now?