This is over a week later, not tomorrow...I've been a bit busy and a bit miserable, really. My birthday party was wonderful: Some family and a couple of friends came over for brunch. Daddy made cinnamon scrolls for everyone, which were delicious. Everyone sang happy birthday to me and then I, okay, Mum, blew out a candle that was stuck in the middle of a cinnamon scroll. I then sat at the little blue table and tried to eat my scroll. What I ate was lovely, but I mostly ended up smearing sugar and cinnamon and sticky dough everywhere. It was fun, though! I got some really lovely presents - thank you everyone!

The next day we all went down to Balnarring for the day. I had a wonderful time at the beach. Jack and I sat near each other and dug into the sand with spades and made patterns. I was content to sit there for ages. I really liked looking at the sea and feeling the wind and the sun.

On Tuesday I went to a puppet show with Oskar, Mum, Dad, Amelia and Claire. It was amaaaazing! I sat on Daddy's lap for the entire show - about 40 minutes - and I think I had my mouth hanging open with awe the whole time. I was fascinated by the show, particularly all the animals hanging from the roof. I even pointed to them; I've never pointed before, but I was so impressed I found my arm pointing to the snakes and bugs hanging down. That was a lot of fun.

Later in the week I went to see the Maternal and Child Health Nurse for my one-year check-up. I'm now 10.8 Kg (90th percentile) and 75 cm tall (50th percentile). Reading between the lines, I'm a little bit tubby, which is perfect for a bubby. The only suggestion Nurse Fran made was for Mum to feed me a cup of milk with each meal. She thought the lack of extra milk might be why I still wake up at 5 or 5.30 for a drink. So I now get a cup or rice milk with each meal. Sometimes I drink half of it and other times I have a bit more, but I'm still not convinced about the stuff. I prefer Mum's milk or water.

I now have four teeth, with two more trying to force their way through. Consequently I've been very grumbly and tired and short-tempered. A girl who is growing teeth is fragile and therefore should get to spend as long on the swing as she wants, and she should also be able to play with Oskar's toys and throw food off her high-chair if she wishes. If the rest of my family works this out, then I will survive the ordeal much more happily.