Oops. I broke Daddy's pestle. Or was it his mortar? Anyway, I got into the cupboard while Daddy was making bagels and found this wonderful-feeling stone stick. Of course I wanted to tap with it to see what noise it made, so I tapped it on the ground while Daddy had his hands full. Tap, tap, tap, then Daddy told me to stop. Tap, tap, tap...oops. It broke clean in two. But it made a really great sound on the floor.

We have a music box that I love to explore. There are shakers, tapping sticks, pan-pipes, a drum, a little piano and some other bits and pieces. I squat next to the box and hit the drum with the shakers, tap the piano with the sticks and shake the squeaking toy as hard as I can. It's a lot of fun, especially if Mum comes over and sings some songs I know from Gymbaroo. We often sing, 'Row Your Boat' and do 'Dog went to Dover', where Mum crosses my legs and then flips me over onto my tummy. I love this kind of play.

Today I worked out how to get to standing without hanging onto anything. I get into the squat position and push myself straight up. Easy! I'm pretty much walking everywhere now unless I want to get somewhere quickly; then I gallop on all fours. I'm very happy with myself!