So my little girl is walking. She’s motoring along for about a week now and hasn’t looked back. On Day 2 she gave her Daddy a heart attack by climbing on top of the dining room table, clapping and shouting ‘Baba’. At six in the morning.
Her big brother is delighted. He wants her to play chasing and she loves being part of the action. In the waddling stage he used to offer her a hand only for the novelty to wear off seconds later, leaving her (literally) stranded in the middle of nowhere. She wised up to his fickle nature and for a while refused to hold hands with him. But last week the two of them joined forces to make a dash for the playground. My two toddlers!