Milestones

I completely appreciate that the milestones of other people's children is something everyone pretends to be interested in. It's an evolutionary trait - and one that has allowed homo sapiens to thrive - that we pretend to give a shit about other people's children. It's this sense of society and caring for one another that has made us the dominant species - I get that. I also therefore get that, when Noah consciously touches his own feet for the first time, it is truly a groundbreaking, earth-moving milestone for us to watch as his parents and for him as he comes to terms with his body and all the undiscovered things he will slowly learn to do with it; but not everyone at work appreciates it quite the same as me. After regailing the staff in the dinner hall for the five hundredth time that "Noah has started splashing in the bath now", I almost want to apologise to everyone for boring them with yet another inane story (to them). After all, they are just doing what humans have learned over hundreds of thousands of years to do. I know all these things and I still don't care. I am so proud of my boy that I will continue telling everyone every last detail until the caretakers have turned off the last of the lights and the last of the people have left the building.

And so, good people, here is a picture of Noah touching his toes.