Sunday’s observation – that Ingrid will pull herself to standing when she holds onto my hands, but not against other things – is already out of date. Now she tries to stand with the help of the sofa table, the CD shelf, the bookshelf, the wastepaper basket, the pushchair etc. In fact pretty much anything will do. Some of these things are of course more suitable than others – the armchair keeps swivelling so it’s kind of hard to use (but on the other hand it has very chewable leather edges) and the wastepaper basket was a resounding failure (being very light, it fell, and so did Ingrid).

Never one to rest on her laurels, Ingrid’s already taking small steps, learning to stand on one leg and, I suspect, attempting to climb. I think we have a climber on our hands.

(Sorry, crappy photo – she was standing in the narrow space between our bed and the balcony door and left me very little room for manoeuvre.)