Mmm, mango is yummy. I had some chunks of mango for the first time after dinner tonight. Mum put them on my highchair tray and I tried to grab the bits, but they were too slippery so Mum put them in my mouth for me. They were great to squish and moosh about. I saw that as my reward for being force-fed beetroot and sweet potato with brown rice. I really wasn't that interested in the vegies, but Mum kept shoving the mush in there anyway. So I blew raspberries at Mum when I had a mouthful of red goop - she was not impressed.

My motoring around is going well. I mostly scoot along by pushing with my toes and pulling with my arms. That technique saves my knees - they are not as red anymore. But I've been bumping into things, which isn't much fun - I'll be focussed on getting to a plaything to explore and won't notice the table leg in the way, or I'll find myself wedged under the couch.

The most exciting thing about being able to move is that I can get to Oskar's toys. He's not very nice about it though, and usually appears withing seconds of my picking up a toy to take it off me again. Then he sets off on his latest fun activity and walks over me with a leg either side, usually bumping my head on each pass. He can't straddle me as easily as he used to because I'm getting bigger.

I saw Nurse Anne yesterday and I'm now 9.1 kilos and 68 cm tall.