I can understand a lot of things people tell me even though I can’t say much yet. Tonight Jay was in the bath and I wanted to get in too so I started trying to climb into the bath. Dad saw me and said “No Felix; you have to take off your pants first.” I looked at him and then I reached down and grabbed my pants and tried to pull them down. (And then I fell over.)

Dad looked surprised that I understood what he said. He gave me a hug and said that I was clever as he helped me get undressed for the bath. As he was talking I pointed and said “Ba! Ba!” so he picked me up and put me in the bath with Jay. I’m glad that Dad understands the things I say too.

These are a few of my favourite words:

Milk. Dad. Mum. Jay. Door. Toast. Book. Bubble. Shoe. No. Hot. Bye bye.

I know these words and can mostly say them properly and I like to point to the thing when I say the word. Especially Mum and Dad because they point back at me. When Mum is cooking at the stove I know that it is hot. I say “hot” and move my hand in front of my mouth because that is sign language for “hot”. And in the morning when Dad goes to the front door I wave my hand and say “bye bye” because he is going to work. Then everybody else waves and says bye bye too because they like to copy me.

There are some other words that I sort of know but I can’t always remember them and can’t say them properly:

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I have started taking steps by myself. I always like to walk around the living room while holding on to the sofa or the table. But yesterday I tried taking a step without holding on to anything. It worked well though I only took one step at a time and then I had to grab something like the table or Mum or the wall so I didn’t fall over. Mum saw me and thought I was very clever though.

Then today in the morning I was playing in the kitchen after breakfast and I walked a few steps around the kitchen island. Mum and Dad both saw me and they both smiled at me and said nice things. I don’t think Jay saw me which is a shame because the reason I am learning to walk is that I want to be more like him.

I started a conversation with Dad this morning. I woke up very hungry when it was still dark. But I cried so Dad came in and took me out to the kitchen. As soon as I saw the fridge I had a good idea: I said “milk!” (When I say it it sounds a bit like “mook” though.) Milk, milk, milk. Dad opened the fridge and started to get me some milk. But I had a bit more to say so I pointed to my nose and said “nose”. Except it sounds a bit like “nooow”. Dad smiled and pointed to his nose too so I did it again a few times and I also said milk a few more times. Then I had some nice milk. I think Dad liked our little talk about milk and noses. But afterwards he still said it was too early and he put me back to bed.

I like to have toast for breakfast. This morning Dad took me into the kitchen and put me into my chair. I knew that it was breakfast time so I said “toast“. Mum heard me say it and told Dad. And then she made me some toast. Mum is great.