Today, Bridget said her name. Bi-dgi.

We were playing in the bath, doing the 'Daddy's nose, Bridget's nose; Daddy's chin, Bridget's chin; Daddy's ears, Bridget's ears' game - and she started saying 'Bi-dgi Bi-dgi'. So we did the point to Daddy and say 'Daddy', point to Mummy and say 'Mummy', point to Bridget and say 'Bridget' game as well, and - although we'll admit the results were ambiguous on that one - she seemed to catch on.

That's close enough. We may be a little way from 'Hello, my name's Bridget; pleased to meet you', but our little girl seems to be getting to know her own name.

Bridget has refused to drink any milk since I stopped feeding her a couple of months ago. We have kept up her calcium intake with plenty of cheese and yoghurt, both of which she particularly likes (perhaps shown by these being two of her early words). In the last week or so her desire for yoghurt has increased very dramatically, which is no doubt coupled to a fairly obvious growth spurt.

Over the last day or two I've been spooning up the dregs of the milk from her cereal. Since she's appeared to show no objection, today I poured a small cup of milk for her. Bridget refused to be parted from this cup for much of the day, unless there was something much more exciting going on. At dinner time Mike found her absently reaching for her water cup, getting it to her mouth, and then putting it down with an expression of disgust, while grabbing for the milk instead. We estimate she drank around a third of a pint (quarter of a litre) in all.

This is an amazing turnaround for Bridget. I've been slightly worried from time to time that she's not getting enough calcium but it doesn't seem that that's going to a problem any longer.

Our friend Laura came to stay at the weekend and introduced us to the fun of geocaching. Unknown to us before, there are thousands of caches hidden around the country that are listed by their longitude and latitude on a dedicated website. Armed with a GPS reader and a clue for the exact whereabouts it is possible to treck off to find these boxes and to record discovery with a note in the log and even a photo on a disposable camera. On Sunday we tracked down two of these, discovering various weird and wonderful trophies in the boxes and depositing one or two of our own for future visitors to find. Bridget tolerated our hunt with good humour, despite being in her backpack for over an hour and a half.

Unfortunately, since we don't possess an GPS reader we won't be able to continue this game for the moment, but it's whetted our appetites for hunting for Dartmoor letterboxes in the meantime, the more so since they seem like they'll be a very good way of encouraging Bridget to enjoy walking - not currently a problem, but one that could arise in the future if we're not careful.

For some months now Bridget has particularly enjoyed games that are accompanied by noises, as I think we noted a while ago. She has also often enjoyed games where the noises arrive before the actions. However, this has become more pronounced of late. We have discovered that a wiggling hand moving slowly towards her, accompanied by the words 'Tickle, tickle, tickle' etc., can produce paroxysms of laughter even before the hand has reached her and started to tickle her.

What is even more fun is that, after the game has been initiated, she will now say 'Giggle, giggle' (her way of saying 'Tickle') to get it to continue.