I went back to work after a year off. It was such an amazing year. Lot’s of ups, heaps of downs, the biggest change to me as a person that will ever happen.

But my baby has been finding it so hard to adjust to her new life in nursery. More on that later.

On my first day back at work, when I got home, she took 3 big wobbly clumsy steps across the room into my arms. And I thought that I would never let her go. She forced me to. She doesn’t like it when I squeeze her. I can’t figure out why.

So at 11 ½ months she is walking – right? Wrong. She decides that was a once off and as Mammy abandoned her the following day, again, she wasn’t playing ball. It was about a month before she decided that her second steps could be attempted. And 3rd steps and before you know it she is wobbling her way around the house and bouncing off the walls and the floor and anything else that gets in her way.

And it’s cute. The cuteness is at an all time high at the moment.

I went to a toddler puppet/music class a couple of weeks ago and noticed the bigger kids walking well. That’s not cute. They hardly wobble at all.