I had my last visit to the Doctor yesterday - hooray! When we got in the room I looked at Dr. Kevin, looked at my arm, then tried to pull my sleeve up for him. That's how used to the process I've become. I did end up crying though, because he peeled off the stuff that had been on my arm all week and I wasn't very happy about it. I writhed around and grizzled, but Mum and Dr. Kevin conspired to pin me down while it felt like he was peeling off my skin. I got distracted by a toy while my arm was washed and re-bandaged, so that was no drama at all - and I don't have to go back! Hooray!

This morning I dropped a duck in the toilet. It made a great splash and bobbed up and down a bit. That was kind of fun; can't imagine why I haven't done it before.

I've discovered that I really like swings. Playgrounds are good fun to explore, but the swings are my favourite. I happily squoosh down in the bucket seat and smile and giggle as Mum or Dad push me back and forth. I also really like it when Oskar pushes me; he bumps and twists me around and we both laugh. But I wish they'd just let me stay there until I'm ready to come out. Ten minutes just isn't enough - I think a good hour of swinging wouldn't be too much to ask.