Chairwoman

Tilly's vocabulary is expanding nicely, with new additions to the repertoire being a fairly frequent occurence. I asked her yesterday if she'd seen Tasha (her keyworker) at nursery to which she replied, "Tash-shah". I thought I'd try my luck and asked if she'd seen Kelly too."Eh-leee" was the reply. Having got two of the three Baby Bear staff in the bag, so to speak, I went for the hat-trick and asked her about Sam. Nada. She loves Sam but couldn't quite manage her name. In fact, she loves all three of them. The other night when Jim was picking her up, she was half way out of the building when she remembered she had not said goodbye to Tasha. She toddled back, waving, with her mouth all ready for a kiss goodbye. Adorable? Oh yes.

At home, she is very good at the word "cheese", which is handy for about 65% of our family meals. For the remaining 35% she is very good at letting us now whether the offering is acceptable or otherwise by very definite nodding and shaking of the head, plus a good bit of Grandad Steve-style pointing. Should be good for when we go to Spain.

Tilly's keen not to miss out on any newly ironed £20 notes Auntie Jo may have about her person, and to that end has (almost) mastered her name, shouting, "Djoe! Djoe!" when she sees her. This extends to looking hopefully around me towards the lounge door whenever her name is mentioned whilst we are eating, in case she happens to be coming in.

We went to the Nursery Parents evening earlier this week. Tilly is obviously doing great and loves her time there. The staff were telling us how she loves the little settee they have - there are lots of photos in her file with her sitting on this settee, looking at books. Apparently she loves it so much, she edges other kids off it so she can reclaim her territory! Feisty little madam.