Iona is 70 days old. Today she found her feet and I have spent every spare moment watching her kick the tiny fluffy rabbits that hang off her baby gym, her eyes wide in wonderment as her foot connects with the objects and they move. I can almost hear her wee brain thinking ‘Again! Again!’ and can see how much delight this discovery brings her. She’s not the only one. These daily developments make me feel so proud, it’s scary. I mean if I’m going gaga over these first kicks, what will I be like when she achieves something big? Like taking her first steps, saying her first word, (which will be ‘mama’, of course) or starting school. Actually I can’t bear the thought…