When Momo was really little, and people would ask us what it was like to have a baby, the running joke was ‘it’s like having a dog that will apparently learn how to talk!’

We’re well out of that now, but every so often I flash back to the time in my life when Momo was a tiny, helpless thing that was still learning how to breathe. Now, I can ask her to put something away, or fetch something for herself, and she can do it. She can talk about her day, or remember something that happened weeks ago.

It’s one of the biggest mindbendingly incredible things about raising a human. You get so used to having to do literally everything for them, and then before you know it, they’re doing it themselves. I don’t miss that time at all, but it’s still very surprising.