I now walk the walk!

Waaaaaay Hey! I tottered six steps on my own tonight, in a breakthrough moment. Mum, Dad, Boobie and Zaida were applauding me like crazy.

It was actually 'cos I didn't want to go to bed. Boobie stood me up facing Mummy and I managed four, very tentative, steps to get to her. Then I discovered that toddling is fun, and so rewarding because you get so much applause! So I kept trying it. My record was six whole steps.

Labelled

I was Labelled at Nursery today. The staff there told Mum I was A Climber and A Chatterbox. I also Don't Use The Cot. In fact I don't understand what a cot is.

Standing up for myself

Dad - well, everyone, in fact, but Dad in particular - has been trying to get me to stand up on my own for ages and ages. The problem is, if I don't notice I'm holding onto something then I can stand up on my own for a few seconds, but as soon as I realise, then it's scary that I'm not being supported by anything, so I lower myself into a sitting position or I try to grab hold of some support.

The breakthrough tonight came because I've learned to clap! So because I'm clapping, Mum and Dad clap; and I get applauded for clapping (there's a positive feedback loop going on in there somewhere).... Tonight, Mum and Dad applauded me for clapping whilst standing up on my own, so I started enjoying it. So much so that waaaaay after my bedtime (do I really have a bedtime?), I was still trying to stand up in bed, when Mum and Dad were trying to get to sleep.

Love of White Goods - 2

Yeah, mate, looks like yer rubber seal is knackered around the bearing that holds the agitating electrowidget in place. I can see a load of fluff round it. Quite a common problem - yours is the second I've seen this year. Hold on, if I poke it with my wooden spoon, it might come loose so you can 'ave a look.

Love of White Goods - 1

Did I tell you I love raiding the fridge?

I make a beeline for it as soon as I smell it open. It's not particularly 'cos I'm always hungry; I just like fiddling with the knobbly caps of the juice cartons, like so:

Unhappy Birthday

Drat. Mum said it's my birthday today but I feel completely rubbish. And pukey. Mum thinks I've caught a tummy bug from starting at Nursery.