• 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…

I am only two, but I can see more than she thinks I can and I don’t need glasses like Daddy. She wants to write, but has been “blocked” she says. Rather like my bottom when I have eaten too much sand from the sandpit. She is now “unblocked”. Daddy says this is like his bottom after one of Mummy’s spicy curries. I am only two but I like spicy food. My favourite is wasabi nuts.

Anyway, my Mummy has been busy, and also poorly. She had to visit the Doctor in hospital and he held her prisoner for a few days. He tied her to the bed with something attached to her hand and funny water going in. She made a joke that she had to take desperate measures to get a break from me and Noah. I missed my Mummy and didn’t like going to bed without our cuddle, kiss, nose-rub, “special-moment” and funky handshake.

Mummy is home now. She told me that before she went into hospital she could do magic and that she was invisible (or did she “feel” invisible? I can’t remember…). But the Doctor made her better by giving her time to think. I think he put this into the little bottle she brought home with her that rattled like little white Smarties.

So now I use my special Doctor’s bag and I look after Mummy. I have a thermometer, a stethoscope, an injection that hurts and a bandage. My Mummy can no longer do magic though, and she is definitely not invisible. I can see her perfectly and she is beautiful.