Up and running

Well "up" at least. You see, I fancied a bit of a change this morning.

Dad walked me in to the usual room at nursery and, as usual, I handed over my report book to Emma. Then we poddled over to the breakfast table and Dad, in his usual way, hovered around behind me trying to shepherd me into a seat.

But today I felt like standing for a bit so I shrugged off his support and stood there for a bit (maybe 5 seconds or a bit longer) before taking hold of his arms again and allowing myself to be escorted to my seat.

Apparently this was good as it provoked all sorts of delighted noises from both Dad and Helen (who was on breakfast duty).

You'd think they had no faith in my abilities - hadn't I had a whole night's sleep since the last time I tried?