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.

Even when I was really little I liked listening to Mum and Dad sing to me. They sing all kinds of fun songs. Now I can sing the songs myself. My favourite is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. When I go to my swimming lessons Dad tries to get me to swim on my back by waving his hand high over my head and singing it. It’s my favourite song.

Now I can sing it with all the words and the tune and even do hand actions too. I can hold my hand up like a star and make a diamond out of my two hands. I surprised Dad a while ago when he was dressing me because I stood up and sang the whole song even though he had never heard me sing it before.

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Today Mum was showing me some baby photos. She asked me who was in the pictures. I said “Felix!” but Mum said they were really pictures of me! Mum says that a long time ago I was a really small baby just like Felix is now. I looked just like Felix does except I think I was a little bit thinner than he is. Maybe one day he will look like me. He’s so lucky.

I can count up to ten. Now I can count lots of things but my favourite thing to count is steps. Mum and Dad and Felix and I are all staying at my Nana’s house right now because we are on holiday. I like staying with Nana because she likes to tickle me and also because she has stairs. I knock on the door to the stairs and then when Dad opens the door I climb up the stairs and count them as I go. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Sometimes there’s another number that Dad uses when he counts but I can’t remember what it is. Maybe if I could remember it I could count more things.

I am 18 months old today. Mum and Dad wanted to see how big I am so they tried to weigh and measure me. I don’t like to stand still so it took them a long time. It was fun when Dad chased me around my Nana’s house with a tape measure. In the end this is what they decided:

Height: 82 cm

Weight: 12 kg

Cute: yes

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Today was a very special day because it was my first birthday.

I knew it was special right from the beginning because both Mum and Dad came to say good morning when I woke up and were very smiley and nice and gave me lots of kisses. My friend Flint came over to visit with my first birthday present — some great blue paper which I had lots of fun tearing up and waving around.

Mum took me to be weighed and measured by the Plunket nurse Faye, who also said I was very clever because I was standing up so well and talking a lot.

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Apparently before I was born lots of people told Mum and Dad that soon there would be the the pitter patter of tiny feet. But now that I am have starting crawling with one leg tucked up under me (more like a bum shuffle really) Mum says it sounds more like thump, bump, bump, thump, bump, bump. Only babies that have houses with wooden floor boards seem to crawl this way. I think it is because the floor boards are so slippery.

I wonder if I will be able to pitter patter before my feet stop being tiny?

Mum and Dad like to call me lots of different names. Sometimes it depends on what I am doing at the time, but sometimes I think maybe they just forget my real name. Here are some of the names they call me.

Jaybird, Jay Boy, Boodle Boy, Golden Boy, Milkman, Munchkin, Limpet, Little Monkey, Sweetie, Cheeky, Cutie.

I like these funny names even though I don’t know what they mean. But Mum and Dad also call me Jay, and I know what that means. It means me!