My arms must have grown longer. Now when I have a drink, I gaze up at Mummy and reach up to stroke her chin, grab her lips and stick my fingers up her nose. And she gazes back at me and lets me do it. It's very nice.

Yesterday I went to see the VERY nice Dr. Andrew. He has a very nice smile and speaks baby talk very well. He told me that he had to give me an injection and I smiled up at him. Then Mum pulled down my pants and I let Dr. Andrew put a needle in my thigh without even flinching. I just looked at him and waited for him to smile at me again. He did and I smiled and squirmed back - what a nice man.

Carrot is yummy. Daddy fed me dinner tonight and I didn't even screw up my face when he gave me the carrot. I ate it all up with some rice and quinoa congee and really enjoyed it. That was until Oskar grabbed my spoon and shoved it in my mouth just a bit too far. I think it hit the back of my throat. I only gagged a little bit - not as much as when Mum fed me millet porridge this morning. I started choking and she told me to swallow it not breathe it. Gee, thanks for that tip, Mum.