Nearly Two

It has been a while since I have updated you on my young life, so here are some quick words, I have many now. My vocabulary has been rapidly expanding over the past month or two, and I understand much of what is said to me, though I am still pretty choosy about which bits I acknowledge.

My cruel tyrranical overlords are currently trying to ween me off of my "babas" (bottle). I like this about as much as I like sleeping for more than four hours in a stretch, which is not at all! Through all of this my Beebee (blanket) and Peppa Pig remain my salvation to help me through this difficult time. I am determined to break my parents, my crying and general stubbornness I think has already worked on my dad, who is much quicker to cave to my demands of Peppa, up, down, babas - pretty much whatever i want! He is so weak it makes me sad. My mother is proving more challenging, and seems much more resilient with regard to this whole bottle weening experiment, but she will break - I can sense it!

I don't think I told you, but I am of course by now walking, running even. And I love to feed myself, in fact I prefer it most of the time. Despite my late night tanrums that are at present lasting hours, I do love my family. Although it may be difficult for them to see this at times. Perhaps I will change, if I feel like it.