The next step

I'm getting even worse at this blogging thing, but at least in the past month or so, I've had the excuse that we've been at my parents' house while our new extension was being built. And it was at my parents' house that Elizabeth managed her latest achievement. It was a Sunday afternoon, three weeks ago. I was sitting, legs crossed and Elizabeth was standing leaning against my leg. She worked her way down to my foot and stood, with one outstretched hand on my foot, for a while. Then she let go, stood for a second or so, and took two steps forward to a coffee table.

Three weeks later and she hasn't walked again since.