About a week ago Elliot stood unsupported for the first time, then today he decided that he would take his first two little steps.
He clearly thought that he was a genius managing this feat of mobility, I am sure he will soon be walking everywhere, god help me.
Elliot is my last baby, and I thought that his first birthday would be really hard, knowing that I would never have a baby again. However a month later I find myself facing a toddler, and wondering where the hell the last year and a bit went.
He is so amazing and I want to slow things down a little, don't get me wrong it was great to see his cheeky smile, and to watch him take this step towards more independence. It will also be a blessing for my poor sore arm muscles, carting his big butt around has certainly become a strain on my poor arms of late.
However I know that all those other milestones and movements away from me are just waiting around the corner. My oldest is now 9, with the girls rapidly approaching their 5th and 6th birthdays over the next few weeks. I keep asking them to stop having birthdays, to stop growing, and to stay at the lovely age of about 6 or 7. The little ratbags ignore me and just keep moving forward, poor old mummy me.
I know that in the old days they once bound girls feet to keep them small and delicate looking, obviously this was hugely cruel. However I wonder if it would it be cruel to bind the children to stop them growing so fast.
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