this morning H managed to climb up onto our bed on her own for the first time, with nothing to help her. Yep, she’s tall… actually, that reminds me – two houses we’ve been to over the last two weekends, and both times H has made it into my friends bedroom, she’s got into their beds, and then (oh the shame) taken her shoes off.

She’s very happy in other people’s beds, and even moreso when she’ll then tell them “I’m sleeping!” (with her eyes wide open, of course). Our bed is a high one, so the fact she’s made it up probably means we’ll soon be having all those delights, though she’s never upstairs with her shoes on, thank goodness.