Walking!
Beth is walking. Well, almost walking. She can take 4-5 steps before she decides "I'm not supposed to be floating like this up here" and sits down. But she'll walk between Sarah and I, or drift off the end of the couch towards something. She has the cutest little toddle too. It won't be long now before crawling is a thing of the past and it's all walking.
Friday night Peter and I went to Bev Ridges (that's the name of the pub, classy huh?) to celebrate with Adrian on the arrival of Isla. A number of bigbots were consumed and I spent a bit of time chatting to Chris Mooney about my vegetable patch and what to do and what not to do. We had a good night, though we zipped out of there about 7 to head home and get some food.
We finally got to try the...