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I can identify colours now with a reasonable success rate, and I like counting (though I still always start at four or five, ignoring one to three). The thing I’m probably best at though is catching – don’t tell DeeDee but I’m better than her, but she’s better at throwing. (Incidentally, I say whoops-a-deedee when I fall over..)

We went to Legoland on Tuesday. It was very busy, but at least it didn’t rain and we had a good time.. now I like to call our Lego box Legoland when I’m asking for it to be taken out! Talk about brand recognition..

(PS my Dad has a hangover!)

I used my potty today to do a poo: I was a bit disappointed though when it turned out to be the World’s Smallest Poo..

Edit: I made up for it later, in the potty again.

I fell into the paddling pool on The Level today. We’d been scootering around the skate part for a while, and afterwards I was showing off how close I could get to the pool without falling in. Then I fell in! Then I jumped in and out and ran around for ages despite the fact it was chilly.

My cousin Big James is notorious for falling into any available body of water: well, they say that blood is thicker than water, so me too..

If you’re in front of me on the slide and you don’t go down, I’m going to give you a push with hand or foot. This got me (well, Mum) in big trouble at softplay last week, she had to beat a hasty retreat from an irate mum. Honestly, some children don’t realise that the slide isn’t going to slide itself!

I have been forbidden squash since I poured a cup into my potty today. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t missed by quite so much..

I like to help myself to the drinks in the fridge – juice, smoothie, or milk. I usually make a mess, whether I try to pour it into a cup or out of the carton, so they are often put up on the counter out of reach.

So today I was thrilled to see a juice-like substance in the fridge in a little bottle with a handy drinking spout, and I helped myself to some. Mmmm! No, EEURGH.. salad dressing. Gus-ting.

I have hurt my ankle, probably from extreme jumping: turned it over, maybe, I’m kind of limping about and going “ow” every now and again.

I didn’t do it at the library though – they had BabyJam on so getting near the books was tricky what with there being babies everywhere. I picked on the one with the most over-protective dad to give a cuddle to as well, he asked Mum to “take that boy away from my baby”.

I have really taken to books recently: I (pretend to) read them, and I ask for them to be read to me. For a while I’ve been able to say the right words when reading, say, a Maisy book: pirate, queen, firefighter (which comes out a lot more like “flowerfighter”), ding-dong, Charlie, Cyril, Meow (for Little Black Cat), Luah (for Talullah). I like Monkey Puzzle when I can get Mum to read it: wait a sec, I have a little pile of books here I’ve brought downstairs for my reading pleasure: two – no three – Charlie-And-Lolas, Paddington Bear, Room On The Broom (I am immune to dragon-fear, unlike Daisy) and New Baby. Mostly a random selection, though, maybe Mum will take me to the library this week and I can make random choices from a much larger selection!