IT'S OFFICIAL - we have a walker.
And you know what, I had forgotten just how much of a game changer that was.
Nothing is safe.
Now that she's discovered her walking legs, the house is a whole new playing field.
Actually, there have been a few game changers this week.
Thank goodness for iPhone reminders.
I also woke up one day last week to discover that the dog had peed on my bed.
While I was sleeping in it.
So she is Jessie Non Grata this week.
Of course, I'm a massive sook and she only lasted sleeping outside one night, but it will be a very long time before she goes anywhere near my bed again.
Modern Dad had a couple of game changers too. He sold one of his beloved guitars this week, the first time he has ever done that.
He's been carting this particular one around for 20 years or so, and honestly I think he would probably have sold me off with less angst.
Actually, he definitely would have sold me first if he thought he could get $250 for me.
His other big moment this week was finding out he has a nerve injury in his leg.
Modern Dad is one of those blokes who doesn't go to the doctor.
He doesn't get sick apart from an annual bout of Man Flu that rivals any epidemic.
Or that time he thought he had Ebola.
He's just had his first blood test - he thinks ever.
But he is a big, strong guy who does manly things, so having something wrong is not something he deals with easily.
We've had words a few times since we started looking into what he would need to have done.
He needs to wear something supportive, but is arguing over the cost.
He would prefer to buy one on eBay and cut it down himself. Because as a carpenter, he is clearly qualified to do so.
He is antsy over the cost of the neurologist and the nerve studies that have been ordered.
And I know that he is just looking out for us, but if it was one of the kids that needed it done, there'd be no question.
And there's possible talk of an op further down the track which he is mightily unimpressed about.
But when push comes to shove, if it has to happen, it has to happen.
Because looking out for us as a family isn't just about not spending money.
It's about looking after himself to make sure he's around with us for a long, long time.
And that is the biggest game changer of all.
The realisation that as a parent you have the responsibility not just to provide materially, but to provide physically.
Between them, my Things have seen pretty much every doctor ending in -ist you can think of, but Modern Dad has somehow managed to get to 36 without ever having a blood test.
And as we creep closer to birthdays starting with a 4 instead of a 3, I guess it's time to start doing something about that.
Having to constantly remind everyone to move their teacups off the coffee table and out of the reach of El Baberino doesn't seem like such a game changer in the scheme of things.