The importance of weighing equally heavy

When driving home from the knights, mom was not keen to stop and pause more often or longer than necessary (and dad, who the night before had befriended some of the other castle-dwellers in a traditional Polish manner, was not fit to have an opinion in the matter). The reason turned out to be the arrival of Signe, Bo and Lisa, less than an hour after our return home.
What a pleasant surprise!
Previously, I've had a distinct feeling that Signe has seen me as a clumpsy and somewhat/totally annoying baby and maybe not so much as a friend (despite my good efforts to always always always be in her face). But this time was different. We had a great time together! I have to admit that this time it was I who tried to pull that Baby,-you're-cute-but-get-out-of-my-way!-Here!-A-push-will-help-you! thing. Not on Signe, but on Bosse. But after a short while I realized that playing together was more rewarding. Bosse may be little, but he knows to appreciate the things us big kids like, like the scary-looking stone dog, and I can totally see how he will turn into a valuable playmate within short.
And get this: I didn't even get (very) jealous about Signe focusing on Antonia, which she did. A lot.Possibly because I know 1. that Antonia is and always will be my very own sis and 2. that Antonia doesn't really pose a threat to my friendship with Signe and Bosse at this point. Her coordination is limited, as is her balance. She doesn't talk at all , just babbles: ga ga ga, ba ba ba, da da da. And she's so light that she can't even weigh down the seesaw.