This week has been hard. Nothing is off limits now. The only thing stopping Samuel from diving off his toybox or the sofa head first now is me screaming and lurching for him. I can't let him out of my sight for even a second. And, not only has he learned to climb this week, but he's also taken his relationship with white goods to the next level. He's stopped simply admiring them from afar and trying to push their buttons - things have got much deeper. I've found him sitting in the dishwasher, climbing into the washing machine, and munching on a frozen fishcake that he found after prising the freezer door open himself.
He's fast, he's relentless and he seems to get bigger every day as this top-floor flat gets smaller. All I do all day is repeat, 'No, Samuel. We don't do that', while dreaming of living in a house with patio doors that open onto a garden boasting an extensive selection of energy-sapping outdoor toys.
Anyway, at the end of a trying week we got a much-welcome visit from Little Sis. It was great. We dragged her to the park where she happily chased Samuel around, we hit the pub for a roast dinner, and later we watched Silver Linings Playbook, a film which we all agreed enriched our lives by a minimum of 7%. Tired now.