Brannen sized fingerprints, that he proudly places on every surface he can reach, as if to say, look, Mum! I am standing!
I'll be on the move, soon, and I won't need to hold onto anything anymore.
But, for now, I still need something to hold onto.
I love these grubby fingerprints. They remind me that he still needs to hold on, and I'm happy to keep holding him for a little while longer. Also, they force me to get down to Brannen's level to clean them.
It's been awhile since I have viewed the world from the height of a very young almost-toddler.
And, as he is my last one, I'm savouring the view.
Happy Birthday, my wee little man.