I managed an impressive projectile vomit this morning. There was a deep rumble from my tummy, then a pause, and out it came. Straight out from my mouth and across the bed, to land on the floor, neatly between Mummy's boots. Luckily I was sitting up when it happened. I'd just had a feed that I gulped down since I was so hungry. Mind you I didn't have much choice because the milk was flowing kind of quickly. But I did sleep longer between feeds last night. My night feed was at 9pm, then I didn't wake until 1.45am and again at 6.45am. I woke feeling pretty good apart from being a bit burpy.

I was tired from a big day out yesterday. Mummy and I went out with Granny in the morning and didn't get back until dinner time. That's the longest I've ever been away from home. So I slept in the car and the pram and tried to sleep in Mummy's arms, but that wasn't too successful. Granny had to take me for a walk to calm me down after I'd been wailing for quite a while. We walked under lots of beautiful trees and I gazed up at them, fascinated. As soon as Mummy found us I started crying again. Nothing personal, I just felt like a cry. I think I needed some space to just loll about a bit.

Hopefully today I can have some peaceful time looking at my favourite pictures. I know Oskar is going to Nan and Grandad's this arvo, so I can lie on the floor without fear of being stomped on or hit. This morning he kissed me on the forehead. That was very sweet. But two days ago we were in the car together and he knocked me on the forehead with his fist. He started gently at first but got progressively harder until Mum had to whack him on the leg to make him stop. By then we were both crying. I'll be happy when I can actually move out of his way, but I think that's a while off...