I'm really enjoying eating my rice congee now. I open my mouth and watch the spoon from the bowl to my mouth. I also like to stick my fingers in my mouth once I have a mouthful, because, well, it feels very different to what I usually get to feel. Oskar always comes over and feeds me one or two mouthfuls, which is fine except he tends to stick the spoon in too far and then just leave it there. So we both look at each other waiting for the other one to do something. Thankfully Mum usually intervenes and takes the spoon out of my mouth so I can swallow. Then Oskar wipes my face with the face washer - I really don't like that bit though.

I've had a cold for the last week or so. When I lie on my tummy my nose gets all drippy and goopey stuff runs out - which doesn't bother me at all until Mum or Dad come at me with a hanky. I hate having my nose wiped - I do my best to dodge the hanky and actually do a pretty good job of evading it. Except they eventually always win out and I have to suffer the dig and wipe with my head pressed against the floor. Ick.

I had another tumble a couple of days ago - and I blame it on Dad again. He propped me on the floor so I was sitting with my back against the couch. Then he took a step back and started babbling on about something or other. I looked at him, then looked at Mum - who was becoming increasingly animated - and then I realised that I was toppling over sideways. I fell and landed in a crumpled heap with my face squashed into the carpet. I really let rip with a cranky cry after that.