The lost generation

The title refers to me when my parents arrive, as their affection seems to have been transferred somewhere else.  Mum and Dad have flown into town for two weeks, Mum to spend time with a baby and Dad to watch the finals of the America's Cup currently taking place in San Francisco Bay (and being convincingly won by the Kiwis).

Me?  I'm invisibly binding it all together, like velcro, but invisible.  Managing both the generation above and the one below will be delicate.  Who gets fed the liquidised vegetables?  Who wants a G&T at 5pm?  Who needs a lullaby before bed?  Leave it a few more years and perhaps it won't matter...

What's missing from this picture?  Love and attention directed at me, that's what!