Quite often I can be found looking at my two little dudes and shaking my head in bewilderment at how they can be so young and yet so independent. They want to do everything for themselves and by themselves (apart from when it comes to going to bed ... then they want to be read as many books and sang as many songs as the increasingly late hour will permit).
The one thing that both have been oh so keen to do is to say goodbye to their pushchair. Seriously, I think I spent longer choosing the Bugaboo than they actually did in it. It was rare to see my eldest in it past 18 months and now my littlest, at 20 months, has decided that as he has two feet, he's going to use them as much as he can.
It might test my patience like nothing ever before (a snail's pace could be considered speedy in comparison) and it definitely means that we're rarely on time for anything anymore but the boys are so happy running off together and it means that the three of us get to explore parts of the beautiful Welsh countryside that were previously inaccessible to us with a pushchair.
The ordinary lovely is six feet a walking (albeit painfully slowly).