I'm having fun being able to shimmy around a bit. I lie on my tummy and lift my arms and legs in the air and chug them about. It's good fun, if a little hard work. Using this method, I can actually move along the floor. The problem being that I seem to move away from where I want to go. Daddy put a toy in front of me a couple of days ago, and I did my best to get to it, but I ended up moving backwards away from it. Over one fifteen minute period on my tummy, I moved about a metre across the floor and rotated myself about a quarter of a circle.

I love it when Daddy holds me up high and swings me sideways, so my feet swing in a wide arc. I tuck my hands in to my mouth and giggle at him. Mum's been playing the, 'chug, chug, chug, I'm a little tug...' game with me when I lie on my back. That makes me laugh too.

I spent a bit of time sitting on the couch yesterday with Oskar - we were watching the Thunderbirds I think. It was really nice; I was playing with my favourite toy and Oskar was fiddling with another of my toys. Then he took mine off me - there wasn't a lot I could do about that - but as soon as Mum asked him to give it back, he swapped it for the one he had been playing with. So we were both happy.

Oh, and contrary to what my Dad would have you believe, my legs bear no similarity whatsoever to the michelin man.