Pulling out my phone, I caught my 17-month-old daughter Millie’s first steps on camera as she toddled across the lounge room.
‘You’re getting so big sweetheart,’ I smiled, grabbing her for a cuddle.
With Millie and her big brother, Lincoln, three, spending three days a week at day care while I worked, I’d worried I’d miss the big milestone.
Arriving home from swimming lessons later that day, I wrote a grocery list of things we needed from the store.
Bread, milk, monster trucks for Lincoln, the list read.
‘You need
