We've got spiders in lots of the rooms of our house. I know what they are because of my favourite book, Aaaarrgghh Spider! I especially notice the ones in the laundry because that's where I lie down to have my nappy changed. I point to them in the corners of the ceiling and tell Mum, 'daddy lollies, daddy lollies!!' Then I yell, 'GO!' because I can't quite say 'out you', yet. We have a really big spider in the loungeroom at the moment. I've been keeping an eye on it throughout the day. I call it, 'sbice', and then say, 'shoo'.

I'm loving playing with Oskar. Each morning when I wake up I yell as loudly as I can, 'UKKAR!!' Most mornings we go and play in his room with our blankets and doonas. I love to lie on Oskar's bed, put my head on the pillow and pull up his blanket. Then I cuddle Bobo or bear bear and say, 'night-night'. Oskar likes to pretend to fall off his bike and say, 'please fix me, Jaz'. I go to him and try to help him up off the floor then give him a hug. We cuddle each other a lot. I love cuddles. Everyday I hold up my arms to Mum and Dad and say, 'hug'.

It's a good thing that Oskar cuddles me and gives me kisses, because he can still be really nasty to me. He loves to shove things down my back, which really annoys me. I have to wail for help because I can't reach the blocks/dinosaurs/toys that he's wedged down there. He also delights in spooning wet sand over my head and down my back. Mum and Dad get really annoyed with him when he does that, but it's not so bad if the weather's warm.

We both got some really nice presents for Christmas. My favourite present is my stroller. Unfortunately Oskar keeps wanting to play with it too. He tries to yank it off me so we have this tug-of-war, but he's stronger so he usually ends up with it. Then I scream and cry and throw myself on the floor in the hope that Mum or Dad saw what he did.

I love to draw. Whenever I see Mum with a pen I ask, 'doorwy?'. Then, when she looks at me blankly, I point to where all the pens are kept and ask again. Once she's twigged, she gets out the textas and some paper and I set about making swirls all over the paper. I do that for about 15 seconds; then I start drawing on my arms, legs and face. That's much more fun.

I've enjoyed surprising Mum a bit lately. A couple of times this week I've refused to go to sleep for my nap straight away. I yabber away in my bed and play with bear bear and pingu. Mum then comes in looking all affronted, which is pretty funny. A couple of days ago, when it was hot, I managed to get myself half out of my sleeping bag before Mum came in and put me back in. Fifteen minutes later I'd worked my way out of it again, so she took it fully off and told me to go to sleep without it. He he. I played around a bit more before deciding to get really cheeky. I took off my nappy and threw it over the side of my cot. Then I weed. Ooh, she was not impressed. She did a brief clean up before wacking on a new nappy in record time and bundling me back in my sleeping bag. I fell asleep after about an hour, but it was a fun hour.

I did my first wee on the potty a few days ago. It was just before a shower with Mummy and we were both pretty pleased. I like to sit on the potty a few times a day - Mum and Dad hardly ever ask, so I just take myself off, usually after I've had a wee because that's when I remember. I now tell Mum when I've had a wee or a poo. I say, 'Mummy, poo!' then she'll ask, 'do you want me to change your nappy?' and I'll reply, 'no', and keep on playing. Then when she changes my nappy I wail, 'sore!'.

I've learnt some more new words: 'mongey' (monkey), 'mangai' (magpie), 'fok' (fork), 'poon' (spoon), 'muck' (milk), 'mango' (apricot), 'godini' (I want a drink of juice and water, please).