• Get Down!
• Yeah
• Nah
• Pooey!
• Bock….bockle….Bottle!
• Cheese
• Bay-bee.  Baby.  (I am a new co-parent to Sophie and Sam).

I can also nearly run, although Mummy always says that I look like “I’ve had a bit to drink” when I do (of course I’ve had a bit to drink.  I’ve had a lots actually.  Lots of milk.  My favourite).

I can now also hit my sister.  She hits me a lot and also pushes me over.  I can’t push her over.  Mummy keeps saying, “Don’t worry, Noo Noo, it won’t be long before you can get your own back.”  I am not sure what my back has got to do with anything.

My sister gets a lot of “telling-offs” when she pushes me over.  Today she did it so many times that Mummy “flipped her lid” and my sister had to stay in the bedroom for a whole ten minutes.  Mummy seemed very angry, so I went and gave her a kiss.  This is something else I can now do, although Mummy says my kisses are “slobbery”.  I think that “slobbery” means the same as “lovely”.  I will keep on kissing her because it makes her happy.

Mummy showed us how to make Spoon Animals yesterday and we made a Spoon Cow and a Spoon Sheep.  It was such fun.  Mummy said I was a bit “out of control” because I kept eating all the felt pieces, but they felt funny on my tongue.  I just couldn’t help it.

My sister had the job of holding the Spoon Animals carefully as the glue dried.  Mummy was nearly about to give her a star for doing it so well, but then my sister got grumpy and hit me over the head with the Spoon Sheep.  It hurt a lot.  I thought Sheeps were soft, but this one wasn’t.  I now have a  lump on my head and the Spoon Sheep has to go to the Spoon Sheep Hospital for an operation to improve his eyesight in the damaged eye.

I didn’t even get to hold the Spoon Sheep because of my sister.  But Mummy has promised me that on the next rainy day with will make a Spoon Chicken and a Spoon Pig and that they will be all mine.

As for the Spoon Cow, he is now missing and we are all beginning to worry for his safety.  Mummy says that he will be OK and has probably found a happier, less violent home, after the horror of witnessing his friend, Spoon Sheep, losing his eyesight at the hands of my sister.  And in any case, she thinks we may see the arrival of Spoon Cow 2 very soon.  I’ll let you know…

So, to tidy me up, my mum cut my hair. Badly. It wasn’t MY fault that the bits kept falling down, tickling my nose and I had to keep shaking my head.

I’M the one that has to live with it. It is not fair. I have implemented a “Kiss & Cuddle Ban” on Mummy, so that she can feel as “socially outcast” as I will feel, no doubt, when I see my friends.