I've spent a lot of time marking the little milestones that have cropped up between the day my son floated up into our livingroom and, er, well whatever the last one was. Recently we've passed a new one in that the spud can reach the light switches now - only to turn them on mind you, he needs another half inch on him before he can put them out.
This is great, we can actually lie in bed shouting encouragement as he goes to the loo now, we aren't in demand as suppliers of light, followed inevitably by our 'since you're here' roles as wipers-of-bottoms, although he still requires supervision in that area as he is liable to spend considerable time unravelling and festooning the loo with bog roll otherwise.
Recently we have also gotten rid, finally, of the baby bottle - unbelievable. We had a sleepover with his girlfriend and she had a lovely new pink sippy cup with a built in straw and that was that. Now he has a hot pink sippy cup with a straw too. Yay!!! It was that easy.
His favourite phrases at the moment are 'I'm NOT a baby' and 'I'm getting bigger and bigger!' - both, sadly for my poor Motherly love brain but happily for the rest of me, are true.
Anyway, so it's all well can good. I'm hoping his next step is mastery of the coffee pot and breakfast in bed skills... wait and see.