Tonight I gave CJ his pyjamas and asked if he could put them on while I went down stairs to turn the oven on with our dinner.

I came back to find him pulling up his bottoms.

A little nudge in the right direction as to which hole he was meant to put his head in with the top and he was away. A minute of wriggling and giggling later he had, for the first time, dressed himself.

He was so proud of himself, and he could clearly tell that I was as well.

It’s the little moments that matter.