On Sunday, 1 June 2008 at 12.24pm Milly took her first steps. She was in the kitchen with Michael and simply took a few shuffling steps forward. She looked pretty pleased with herself, I was smiling proudly, and Henry couldn't figure out what all the fuss was about. Michael was excited because as the bread winner of the household there is rarely a chance for him to witness these big milestones. As luck would have it he was there when Henry took his first steps too.
Since Sunday Milly hasn't really shown that much interest in walking. Occassionally we'll stand her up and encourage her to "walk to Dadda", and she'll teeter towards him like a smiling Frankenstein before falling into his arms for a hug. But anyone who already has children will know that once they start walking, it just gets that little bit more difficult to keep your eyes on them - and for that reason we are not forcing her.
Having seen all the attention Milly has received, Henry now likes to practise his walking too and fall into our arms for a congratulatory cuddle.
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