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.

I like to choose my clothes in the morning. I go to my dresser and choose a pair of underpants and a shirt and a pair of shorts. I always choose the ones I like but sometimes Mum tells me that I can’t wear that shirt with those pants because they don’t match. Matching clothes is a bit tricky when I want to wear my orange shirt but I can’t find any orange pants. I try just wearing my orange undies but Mum says that’s no good. Maybe I need some more clothes.

I can get dressed all by myself. In the morning I take off my pyjamas and go to the toilet and then I like to run into my room and open the drawer and choose a pair of underpants. I sit down and put them on. This takes a long time because I have to make sure I put my legs in the right holes. I keep asking Dad “The right one? The right one?”

Then I put my shirt on. Some of my shirts are easy to put on but some are a bit tight or they have buttons. I tell Dad “It’s a bit difficult! I need some help!” and he helps me. Then I put my shorts on which is easier than the underpants.

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Sometimes it’s nice to have a little talk. Mum and Dad do it all the time and so I like to do it too. Last night Dad said it was time to go to bed. But I didn’t want to, so I told him.

Not bedtime. Just sit down and have a little talk with Dad.

Then I sat in a chair and looked at Dad and smiled and said:

Hello, Daddy!

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Dad calls me “you” when he talks to me. He says things like “how are you today?” So I call myself “you” when I talk as well. “Felix is smiling at you” I say. But Dad tells me that I really mean “Felix is smiling at me“. So I say “Felix is smiling at me.” And then Dad says, “That’s right — Felix is smiling at you.”

I think Dad gets confused sometimes.

This morning I was bouncing up and down and Dad said I was bouncing because I am a young boy. But I told him:

Not young boy. Just Jay. J-A-Y. Two years old.

I thought I should remind Dad who I am and also remind him of some other things about me. He gets confused sometimes.

Two nights ago I was asleep and funny things were happening and there was a spider web. I was scared and cried and Dad came in to see me. I told him that I was hurt with the spider web. He gave me a hug and tucked me into bed again and I went back to sleep. He said maybe I was having a nightmare.

Then last night I was sleeping when Felix woke up and cried in the middle of the night. He woke me up too and Dad came in and tucked us both back in and we went back to sleep. But then my pyjamas went all funny and I cried for Dad to come back. I told him that my pyjama pants were running away. He checked them for me and said they were OK. Then I felt all right and I went back to sleep. This must have been another nightmare.

When Felix wakes up in the night and cries, sometimes I say It’s all right Felix to him and he calms down and stops crying. Maybe Felix has nightmares too and that’s why he wakes up. Poor Felix.

I am 90 centimetres tall now and I weigh about 14.5 kilograms. Dad says that some people think that a two-year-old boy will become twice as tall when he grows up. This means that I will be 180 centimetres tall when I am an adult.

I hope this is not true because then I will still be shorter than Dad!

I am twice as old as I used to be. I have been 1 for almost as long as I can remember but now I am 2. It was really great turning 2 because birthdays mean cake and because I was 2 I had 2 cakes. I had one cake on Thursday morning at Playcentre which was blue with yummy gummy sharks and jelly fish on it. And another chocolate cake at my birthday party on Sunday shaped like the number two covered in “farties” (I mean smarties) and mini marshmallows. Of course I also get to blow out candles and everyone sings the special song for me.

I wish I had a birthday every week.