So Danger has finally taken his first steps and I'm elated but also a bit sad. I'm happy because he'll soon be bombing it around with his big brother and sister, joining in properly like he obviously has been desperate to do for a month or so. But I'm sad because he's the first of our three that I've missed the first steps for.
It's also sad because he's our littlest and isn't really a baby any more. I do love the way we shuffles over on his knees, leans against me and rests his face in the palm of my hand. Sooner or (hopefully) later, he's going to be as cuddle resistant as the boy has become.