But this week - and you're going to like this one - L'il lovely is walking. Not sure if you'll have heard of the expression... but I 'didn't know I was born'.
After releasing her from the high chair, I was no longer able to take two consecutive mouthfuls of food or listen (let alone join in) the conversation.
My friends' boys have been walking for a while, but somehow they seem to ignore the potential/actual mayhem going on around them. They are also very convincing in not appearing to notice me vaulting over buggies to make sure L'il Lovely doesn't fall off furniture, down steps, get in the way of waiting staff and so on. I know bumps and bruises are inevitable - but I don't want her to be hurt unnecessarily.
So perhaps I'm being over protective. Hopefully once L'il Lovely is a bit steadier and less staggering, I can get back into the conversation - even though we might not be able to spend so long over lunch.
And of course, she's going to listen to me when I tell her play nicely, do some drawing and not to run around... isn't she?