I've been practicing saying, 'Oskar' and am very proud of myself! It comes out sounding like, 'Aitar', 'Ahtar', or 'Ahdar'. I first said it a couple of days ago. I'd been playing around by myself while Oskar slept and I was hanging out for him to wake up so I could play with him. When I heard him call out from our room I went running (well, striding) down the hallway calling out, 'Ah-tar!' with my hands reaching up to the door. Mum and I burst into the room and when Mum told Oskar that I'd just said his name he had a happy smile on his face!

Oskar and I have done a bit of cooking together lately. The best part is wearing an apron. If Mum forgets I point to where they hang on the fridge and call out, 'Dis, dis, dis!' until Mum gets them down. I like to drape an apron around my neck or else Mum ties it around my waist. Then I wander around with a spoon or a fork and bang it in a Tupperware. Oskar helped me to taste the Anzac biscuit mix that we'd made a few days ago. He ate a big lump, then held some out for me to eat, which I gobbled straight off his fingers. Yum, yum!