MATTHEW'S getting in training for a night out in Warrington at the moment.

OK, so he's not planning to go out drinking and clubbing for quite some time yet, but he's got the standing up, falling down, and vomiting on things down to a tee.

Yes, he's at that stage where he crawls at 100mph across the carpet, grapples the edge of a chair or settee and pulls himself up with mighty upper-body strength.

Then he stands in that one place for the next three hours playing with whatever happens to be within arm's-reach. A job in the post office or as a teller in a bank beckons.

He turns one next week and I can't believe where the time has gone.

It's been a wonderful year watching him grow and I have to keep reminding myself to enjoy the moment as each new stage seems to be so fleeting.