I have a Pingu jigsaw puzzle that I love to play with. I pick it up and say, 'tip out!' and drop all the pieces on the floor. Then I set about putting them all in the right spots. I say, 'Hmm, seal...goes in dere!' and, 'plane...goes in dere!' and, 'biff...goes in here! Ha ha ha!' Then when it's all done, I pick it up and yell, 'tip out!' and drop them on the floor to do it all again!

I have a new car seat. It used to be Oskar's seat, but he now has a smaller one, so I get to sit in his seat. When I first sat in it I happily said, 'Okkar, seat', and grinned because I felt like such a big girl. I have more room around me and can't kick the seat in front as easily, although I have tried. But I'm not sure about the new seat belt. I'm okay with it for the first five minutes, but then it starts to annoy me, so I start fiddling with it. I got my head stuck to the side of it one time and I cried and yelled until Mum scraped it over my head so I was back in the middle of it again. Then Oskar yelled at me - 'You gotta not play with it, Jazzie!' - and I cried some more. But at least Mum doesn't bump my head against the car like she used to when she lifts me in and out. Plus I can climb down myself once the belt is undone - I like that!

Speaking of climbing about in the car, a few days ago we were all out in the garage cleaning the car. I propped myself in the front seat and had a wow of a time playing with all the buttons and levers. I even found a key, which I turned, although that didn't seem to do anything so I left it where it was. I had lights flashing and the windscreen wipers going - it was such fun! Strange thing was, though; the car wouldn't start the next day - after we cleaned it so well, too. Ah, well, it's going again now, so doesn't matter!