I love it when Jay carries me around! I only just learned how to walk but now I have found an even better way of getting around. Jay has always liked giving me hugs. Sometimes he gives me such a big hug that we fall over and he ends up sitting on my head. I don’t like that so much. But sometimes now Jay hugs me and picks me up and carries me around. I like it when he comes up behind me and picks me up because then I can see where we are going. Jay picks me up and carries me in to see Mum and Dad and I give them a big smile and they give us a big smile and then Jay puts me down very gently. Or sometimes he just puts me down. Anyway it is a bit slower that walking but it is much more exciting.
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I know lots of words so sometimes I like to make up new words to make it more interesting. One of my favourite words is puk. I use it all the time like when Mum asks if I would like a banana and I say “No banana thanks, just puk”. Or “it’s not bath time, it’s puk.” Last night I stayed up very late and Dad said “Oh my goodness, it’s so late! It’s twenty past eight!” But I told him not to worry: “No Dad, it’s only twenty past puk.”
The other day dad tried to talk to me about ice hockey. But I didn’t know what he was talking about. That happens a lot. Maybe it’s just puk.