My little girl is learning to walk. She's doing really well and for the first time on Sunday morning we went for walk round the block without the push chair. i.e. she walked. We stopped to look at every stone and every plant, but we did get round the block and back again. It was very strange to be walking around holding Meg's hand, especially with Meg screaming "Hiya!" at everyone we passed. She did get a lot of smiles though.

As we ventured around the streets Meg decided quite often that she'd rather not hold my hand and would like to sprint off to examine one landscape feature or other. Every time this happened I'd jump out of skin and run off after her. She's never more than a arm's reach away (she's not that quick yet) but still I'm dumping my load each time she runs.

It's interesting to try and remember what used to scare me about Meg. My brother and his wife are due to have a baby soon, so I've been trying to think of useful things that I learnt to pass on (not that I suppose he'll be interested ;)). However, to be honest I really can't remember what used to worry me. It all seems so par for the course now, the scary bits then fade into normality while the new scary bits continue to terrify me.

Never once did I think being a Dad would be like this, no one can tell you or prepare you for it. No one can tell you how much fun it's really going to be :)