Callum is a walker!

Oh my sweet boy, you really wanted to do this at your own pace! Meanwhile, the two of you scoot round the house with trucks, the Retro rocket and wagons, causing huge pile ups at the side of my bed. And all that scooting around has given you the confidence to first reach your hand between table and sofa and then stand momentarily, then stand up and now, bingo! letting go and walking. Congratulations my darling on this huge milestone. I love how he's finding his balance but shooting his arms straight into the air. How extraoardinary it has been to witness it in such a different sequence to that which I knew from Reuben. You may not have walked by your first birthday, but you walked this decade and who knows what we're in store for now. (It also has to be said that this first happened on the very very rare occasion that Callum's wasn't with me. Typical hey!).