It is getting harder and harder to get Theo to sit still for a photograph. Or just to sit still for anything. This is what being two and a half is all about, constant moving.
We should probably count ourselves lucky that he does actually sit still to eat, even in public places. I'm not sure if it's because we exposed him to cafe eating from an early age or just because he loves food.
This week we've had another milestone. He's moved out of his Ikea highchair and in to a hand-me-down Tripp Trapp at the kitchen table. A small change, but one that has gently, but significantly tipped the family dynamics. I am trying to use this move to reclaim the table for family eating. I am guilty of having transformed into a sewing station and I think we'd all benefit from a space to sit together, not just to eat, but to spread out newspapers and do jigsaw puzzles.
My garden studio is being installed in a week's time and though we have other plans for it in the short term, its arrival will mean that by the end of the summer, there will be a home for all of the sewing paraphernalia.