Because I can.

Miss E took her first steps at 7 months old.
Aside from four to five steps before falling on her bum, that's all we've seen.
At 7 months old, despite reaching her milestones faster than Master S did, I didn't expect her to be walking for a few months yet.
She's proven me wrong.
She's been walking almost everywhere in the past two days.
8 months old and walking.
I'm over the moon, but wish she'd stay little for a little bit longer.




Master S has shown signs of growing up these past two days, too.
I have noticed a considerable change in his behaviour.
He hasn't thrown a tantrum in weeks.
He's talking a lot more, and is still incredibly active (as you can tell by the black eye he's sporting, courtesy of running into our desk).
He even sat still through the movie Hop at the cinemas on Saturday!
For him, the fact he didn't want to get out of his seat once, is amazing in itself. The fact he seemed to understand the film, showing the 'right' emotions at the correct times, is even more amazing.

You could say I am incredibly proud right now.
I am proud of them all the time, of course.
But this time, it's me I am proud of.
To think I was full of self-doubt just under a year ago. Unable to believe I could do it.
(Not to mention, of late with Mr. M working until after bedtime, I've been flying solo most days).
I have done it.
I'm still doing it.
And I'm doing a pretty great job.