All Done

I have graduated from a bedtime bottle to supper. I don't get bottles anymore, but Mum still uses them to measure out my milk and when I see them I say "buhbuhl" - but Mum won't take the hint. When I have had enough toast (or anything else) I take everything off my plate, hold it up and say "all done".

Today Gran and Papa looked after Saoirse. She was playing on Papa's chair. I wasn't happy about that, because it is Papa's chair, and I shouted GET DOWN to her. When Mum and I opened the advent calendar today, Mum asked me what the picture was, and I told her it was a star, without her giving me even a tiny clue. I am really getting the hang of talking now.