I HATE having my nappy changed. REALLY hate it. But I've realised that I don't have to just lie there and take it. No. I can roll around and kick my legs and wave my hands and cry. It's a challenge to roll over onto my tummy when Mum is trying to hold me down and wipe my bottom, but I can do it. And when she's trying to put on the clean nappy, I dig my feet in and lift my bottom up off the table so she can't do up the nappy. I whinge and sook while this is going on, but it's strangely satisfying. I have a bit of control here and I like that.

One tooth has come through my bottom gum. I can't believe that I went through all that pain for just one tooth. I thought they were all going to come through at once. Not that the pain has stopped; it's just a bit less than it was. So far I can't really see any great benefit for having it except that it's fun to feel with my tongue and fingers.

Sleeping is going pretty well. I mostly go to bed around 7pm and fall asleep after a few minutes. I sit up in the cot and watch Mum and Dad leave the room, then I crawl about a bit, lean forward and settle on my tummy. I love being able to sleep like that - if Mum leaves me on my back I just flip straight over. I have been waking up a bit at night though. I think it's a combination of my gums aching plus being a bit hungry that wakes me. The good thing about being in with Oskar is that if I cry at night, Mum or Dad comes racing in to take me out - no more being ignored. And I have scored a late drink a few times lately too - that's pretty good. If I wake at night they usually put me back to sleep in the portacot. I don't mind that except that I can't stand up in there because I can't get a grip on the walls to pull myself up. I love to stand up in my proper cot. Stand up and bounce and squeal - all good fun.

Actually I stand up anywhere I can now. I especially like to stand at the balcony doors and look out at the trees. Daddy showed me how to stand using a little trolley and walk forwards. I'm a bit wobbly, but I can walk forwards pretty well. I'm quite proud of that achievement and smile away whenever I walk. I also really like to stand at the couch when Oskar is sitting on it watching TV. I bounce up and down and pat his leg and try to get his attention. Sometimes he kicks his leg out at me and I fall down, and other times he says, 'Well done, Jazzie'. It really depends on whether Mum or Dad are watching, but I take my chances...I just love it when Oskar plays with me.

I'm not really impressed with my food offerings lately. I used to like rice congee and mushy vegies and meat, but this week I just don't. I do like being able to pick what I want to eat. Mum's been steaming me some vegies to eat by myself, as well as some pasta, which I really like. She usually tries to shove spoonfuls of mush in my mouth when I've opened it to put in some pasta, but instead of just swallowing it I've been experimenting with scooping it out again with my finger. Lunchtime today was a good chance to practice, because Mum ruined my avocado my mushing carrot and broccoli into it. Blerk, it was so horrible I screwed up my face and managed to spit out quite a bit, although I did also swallowed some. I do like eating toast, though. I munch away for ages on a bit of toasted rye bread spread with avocado. But my all-time favourite food I think has to be peach. Mum has been giving me peach quarters to eat and I can't devour them fast enough. I get juice all down my chin and neck and often drop the bits because they're so slippery, but I love it. Not the clean up, though.