Not perhaps the most groundbreaking news ever but to a parent, it's an exciting (and nervous) time.
Emily decided to start attempting to walk about around the time that Esme was born - she probably didn't want to be upstaged. Gradually she's gotten better and better at it, and she's reduced the amount of time that she spends crawling.
As she gets more confident, the likelihood of her battering herself against inanimate objects like tables and door frames becomes greater. If you look at the photo on the right you can just about see a wee bruise on her forehead.
She's also developing in other ways too. Before she goes to bed, either Mum or Dad reads her a story. Last night she went over to the bookshelf, picked a book out and brought it over to me to read it to her. My heart melted.
Then, this morning, I put on Lazytown just in time for the song at the end. She got out of Esme's bouncy chair (which she was hogging) and walked over to me with her arms up, so that we could dance to the song. I always pick her up and swing her about to the Lazytown song and she's knows it. Some might say that I've brainwashed her, but I like to think it was done with love.
