I love to play with playdough. It's my favourite thing to do. Mum keeps it on top of the fridge, so I rise up on tippy toes, point and tell Mum, 'blah blow'. Mostly she gets it for me, then Oskar and I sit at the blue table and have fun. We love to make shapes, roll it into balls, and chuck it onto the floor. Then we step on it to make our foot prints. By then we're giggling away and Mum usually comes back to pick up all the little bits that are spread all over the floor. Meanwhile I see how much I can sneak into my mouth when she's not looking. I'm still very good at it!

I miss Daddy when he's at work. After he walks out the front door, I look at Mum and say, 'Daddy dong'. She replies, 'yes, Daddy's gone, but he'll be back'. Some days I'm fine, but other days I get really miserable. Every time I hurt myself I cry and sob, 'Daddy, Daddy...' and wish he were there to cuddle me.

I hurt my knee on Friday when Mum and I went to pick up Oskar from Kinder. I went running down the ramp, tripped and fell forwards. I grazed my knee and it really hurt. I cried and told Mum, 'Sore!' The next day, Oskar and I were in the car together when I remembered my knee. I called, 'Okkar, Okkar...' then pointed to my knee and said, 'sore'. He told me, 'It'll be better in a week, Jaz. See my knee? It's getting better'. It's good to have such a nice big brother.

I like to chat to myself when I'm having a quiet play. I go over all the new words I've learnt. Over the last few days I've been saying, 'hold on', 'uh-oh', 'I know', and I sing, 'beeyup, beeyup, beeyup...go, go, go...whoa!'