|resting after his ordeal, the photo isn't brilliant but you get the idea.|
In a matter of days Harry went from taking the odd step here and there, to walking through the room turning around and walking back again. He loves nothing more than being on the floor and free to roam.
With toddlerhood, comes another wave of milestones and behavior regression; restless nights, separation anxiety and all those things I thought were well over by now.
This was the first time he ever walked outdoors, so exciting. Off he went until he got to his favourite bit under the slide then turned around and headed to the gravel and before I could get closer to avoid a tumble there he was, on the floor, face first. Poor lil guy screamed and screamed. It was hard work calming him down but that right there was history. His first graze.