Ava's diary

Now I’m starting to get about. I finally mastered the art of crawling in a straight line.

Gone are the days when mam and dad can put me on the floor in the middle of the living room go to the kitchen and expect me to still be in the same place when they come back.

In crèche this week we’ve been celebrating Chinese New Year. Monday was the beginning of the year of the Ox, but I’m still writing Rat on my cheques.

Anyway, you could tell it was a Chinese themed week because of the sweet and sour sauce and noodles down the front of the T-shirt.