Drive and determination

Despite a few ales last night I was up early this morning ready for the arrival for the boys. With train tracks built ready for action I was almost ticking off every second.

I guess the time I now have to spend without them is making the time I do so much more valuable and I cherish every single second. After some short lived train action the all too familiar 'outside daddy' cry was soon heard and we donned jackets and welly boots to get some fresh air.

Iesty is turning into quite a little character and loves driving daddy's car (not properly of course), so much so that we had a little temper tantrum when I vetoed the fourth attempt to climb into the driving seat. Tiredness kicked in just after and so it was off for an afternoon nap. The hour window gave Rhys and I the chance to remove both the stabilisers from the 'Stinger' and get in some pedalling action. Don't think it'll be long now and with a bit more confidence I'm sure he'll be flying solo in no time at all.