Since watching lots of tennis on TV while the Australian Open was on, Oskar and I have been running around yelling, 'Come on!!' Oskar yells, 'Come on!!' and sticks his fingers to his forehead, while I yell, 'bog on!!' and raise my fist in the air. Then we run in circles around the yard or in the loungeroom. We also like to crouch down with our hands on the ground - Oskar calls out, 'Ready, set, GO!' - then we both tear off at full pace. We love doing that in the park where we can run in circles around the cricket pitch. As we approach Mum or Dad, we yell out, 'a winner!' and raise our arms in the air. We get lots of claps and we love it!

Another word I've been using lately is crikey. If something drops on the ground, or I bump into to something, then I call out, 'rikey!' Sometimes it sounds like 'fikey', although today it sounded like 'fucky'. Grampa made a funny face when I said that, so I might say it again sometime just to see the look!

Mum and Dad are definitely understanding what I say much better than they used to; I'm glad they've been working on it. I was very happy yesterday when Mum understood me straight away: I heard the shower running so I tugged on my clothes, put on my serious face and said, 'hop in!' Mum helped me get my top and pants off and started to undo my nappy but I stopped her by yelling, 'MINE!' She backed off so I could rip open my nappy by myself. I then handed it to her and said, 'bin', so she dutifully took it to the bin. I'm rather pleased with myself.