Today I went into a restaurant and for the first time with just my little family, I asked for a table for 4 instead of 3 - or latterly, 3 and a buggy!
Mr 6mo loved sitting up in his high chair guzzling lumpy orange concoction. Big sister loved what a mess he made and how she was the grown up one able to eat much more neatly!
I loved this tiny first time that signifies the chapter of family life we’re in.
Whatever stage of life you’re at, is there a tiny first time that you’ve noticed and enjoyed recently?