I love to stand up. I have liked standing up since I was only a few months old. Back then I needed help because it is hard to stop falling over, especially as I can’t help flapping my arms around with excitement whenever I stand up.

But for the last few weeks I have discovered that I can pull myself up on tables and other things. Mum and Dad would leave me sitting on the floor and then get a surprise when they came back to see me standing up with one hand on the coffee table. I can pull myself up on anything — chairs, tables, the side of the bath, Dad’s leg, or my high chair. But the high chair doesn’t work very well because it keeps moving around.

I can also walk around as long as I keep a hand on something. I can walk around the coffee table and stretch across and get to the sofa. I’m not brave enough to try walking without holding on. But I am thinking about it. It looks really easy when Mum does it.

Yesterday I surprised Mum and Dad with a new tooth. It is a little one next to my bottom two teeth. I have had five teeth for a long time, and now I have six. Six teeth! I don’t know what to do with them all. I can already eat pieces of fruit and minced meat so I don’t need this new tooth. I can’t even count up to six yet.

Actually I can’t even count up to one. I am only a baby after all.

Happy Mothers’ Day, Mum. Thanks for growing me and carrying me and feeding me. And for buying me such nice clothes and cuddling me when I feel sad and cuddling me when I feel happy. And also for smiling at me all the time and singing to me and everything else too.

A week ago Dad put me to bed for the night in my own room. It was a bit strange and quiet and different because I have slept in Mum and Dad’s room for my whole life. I didn’t sleep very well that night. I woke up a few times and cried. Mum used to feed me when I woke up, but not this time. I was a bit worried that maybe I was all alone, but then Dad came in and told me everything was all right. That made me feel a bit better so I went back to sleep.

When it was morning I woke up and Mum and Dad weren’t there. Maybe I really was all alone? But then Dad came to get me and Mum fed me and everything was normal.

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