I've been working really hard at trying to move across the floor. Yesterday I spent ages on all fours, rocking back and forth, then I'd dive forwards onto my belly. That would get me about ten centimetres.

Today I worked out a better method. I was on the carpet, just beside the kitchen floor when I spied a tennis ball. I lay flat on the floor, stretched my hands out as far as I could, dug my toes into the ground, planted my hands down and hoiked myself forwards, a bit like a caterpillar. I could just reach the ball, but everytime I touched it, it rolled a bit further away. So I hoiked myself forwards again. I spent a good fifteen minutes doing this and worked my way about three feet across the kitchen floor. I was pretty pleased with my efforts and beamed up at Mum, who'd only occasionally kicked the ball further away from me.

I spent quite a bit of time sitting up by myself yesterday. I sat in the corner of a little fold-out couch, so I could lean back if I wanted, and when I overbalanced forwards (which I did several times) then I did a face plant onto the soft cushion and not the floor. I had a lovely time playing there.

I've had some more new foods. I really enjoyed silverbeet through my rice and quinoa congee, and Daddy made me a meat and vegie dish that was very tasty, albeit a little stringy. I had a bit of trouble with the bits of meat, but I still managed to swallow quite a bit.

I forgot to write in my stats for my last visit to the MCH Nurse: I was 8.735 kilos and 67.5 cm tall on the 3rd of November. I'm probably much heavier now considering how much I've been eating.

Oh, and I'm getting to sleep more easily.