Yesterday, Mum and I went to a day-stay school to help me sleep better. There were three other babies there, with one other girl close to me in age. I had fun swivelling around the carpet looking at the different toys and at the other babies. The other girl was lying on her side and playing. I can't seem to stay on my side - I fall straight on to my back. I talked and laughed a bit when Mum played with me, and I enjoyed my avocado for lunch, with stewed apple as desert. It was fun when I was awake.

But the sleeping part of the day was lousy. Mum wrapped me up as usual, with my arms free, and tucked me up with my new pink hippo. Then she left the room and I lay there listening to the other babies cry. It was so noisy - how did they expect me to sleep when there were all these babies crying? Eventually I got really tired and started to cry too, but Mum didn't come. She only arrived after I'd been sooking for ages and had moved on to a full-strength wail. She and another lady just patted me until I stopped crying and then they left again. It took me so long to get to sleep.

But I woke up again after only half an hour. I was tired, but very happy to see Mum and fully expected her to get me up. But she started patting me again. I was pretty miffed by that and got really cross. Then I realised what else was different - no dummy. When I was little, Mum and Dad would plug my mouth with the dummy whenever I let out a little cry. Now they don't want me to have the dummy and want me to cry. I don't really understand. I never really liked the dummy anyway; that's why I kept spitting it out. No big deal.

First it was the noise keeping me awake, then it was hunger. Thankfully Mum got me out of bed for a drink and I got to stay up for a play. Unfortunately though we did it all again in the afternoon: I was put to bed, I cried, they didn't come, they did come, they left, I cried some more, they came again, they left again, I cried more, I fell asleep, and woke again half an hour later. After fifty minutes of crying and patting, they all agreed that I'd failed 'resettling' and I was allowed out of bed.

It was exhausting. I was very happy to see Daddy and Oskar when they came to pick us up. I was even happier to get to my own cot, in my quiet bedroom. I had a catnap at dinner time, then got up for my final feed before falling asleep at 8.45pm with no dummy and no crying, and slept through until 5.30am.

I was happy with that sleep and wanted to get up. But no. Mum put me back to bed after a drink, and I cried on and off for forty-five minutes before falling asleep again.

But I'm happy. I'm always so happy to see Mum and Dad and Oskar. Even if Oskar is mean to me, I still adore him. I love to watch him and laugh at him and play next to him. I love being with my family.