I have expanded my vocabulary! In addition to, 'Ba ba ba ba...' I can now say, 'Mama mama mama...' which, I have discovered, mades Mummy very happy! I have also uncovered the joys of clapping hands. I've been sitting on the floor watching my hands and trying to make them hit each other, and done a pretty good job too. Mum and Dad are very impressed with me and I like that.

In between practicing my new sounds and clapping hands, I've been in the wars. When standing at the coffee table I slipped and whacked my cheek right into the corner. That really hurt, but not as much as my foot did when I pulled a book onto it from the coffee table. I did that silent scream until I had to pause to take a breath, then I found my voice and wailed for ages. Mum jiggled me about for a few minutes before she noticed the great big blob of blood pooling on my toe. Then I got more cuddles while Dad cleaned it up for me.

I forgot about my toe until I kicked it under the high-chair tray while I was having lunch. More ouchies, but I forgot about that pretty quickly thanks to some blissfully cool canteloupe. I ate about four pieces.

I'm sure I have about fifteen teeth trying to fight their way through the one hole in my gum. It's not much fun, and I shove anything I can get my hands on into my mouth in an effort to get some relief. The nicest thing for my gums is watermelon, closely followed by canteloupe.

I scored today thanks to some good investigative work. I've discovered that Oskar usually leaves food on his plate, especially lunch and snacks, and that the plate is usually on his blue table, which I can reach. He didn't eat any of his lunch, so when no one was looking, I helped myself to it. I started with pieces of tomato and then went for the bread. I usually have toast, but I really enjoyed the soft bread - I found it much easier to eat. A bit later in the afternoon he'd left some watermelon on his plate. I grabbed that with both hands, sat down and set to work. I was not giving it up for anything. Mum came along and picked me up to put me in the high-chair. I kept hold of that watermelon with both hands and refused to let go. She managed to squeeze a bib under my arms, but putting the straps on was a bit of a nuisance. She prised my hands off to put them through the straps but that watermelon didn't leave my mouth until I'd finished every bit I could suck from it. It was heaven.