It was just Luca and I on Thursday. We took Sydney for a walk in the on-and-off rain, and Luca raced me between trees. He beat me every time.
When I was too worn out to run, he mucked about with Sydney. They really are very good friends. A lot of the time, she can be hard work. Trying to find the time to walk her... And keeping her and the boys happy in such a small back garden is very challenging.
But when I see her and Luca play together... I mean, really play, when he's not whinging at her taking his toy, or when she isn't giving up the ball quick enough for him to throw... I forget all that, and I forget how mean he could be to her as a toddler.
It's blissful to watch. They get into a rhythm, and it's just the two of them.