Sunday, 16 March 2008

One small step for babykind...

Having pretty much consigned myself to second-hand accounts of Iris' various 'firsts' from my Bulgarian alter-ego (my childminder and I share the same Russian name), I was caught off-guard this afternoon.

While Hubby and I chatted about Sunday nothings, Iris decided to make a brave break for freedom and shakily took her first steps. Seven to be precise, and she seemed completely unaware, focussed as she was on a new piece of electric flex to chew on.

I came over all misty-eyed I have to admit, as did hubby. So what if she looked a bit like her mum after too many spritzers and refused to repeat it for the camcorder - she walked and we were there.