POCOYO! Who's he? I hear many of your cry.

Well he's a funny little blue man, who I believe is of French origin, although I'm not entirely sure.

Check out the ITV kids channel about 3.30 in the afternoon and you can see him and all his friends - Elly, Pato, Lula and Sleepy Bird.

Oh, and Stephen Fry's the narrator.

Why am I banging on about a little blue, possibly French man.

Well this is Cari's latest (first) obsession.

When he's on the TV she goes up and points to him and kisses the screen.

She also has a Pocoyo book which is great fun to read.

Cari will sit quite happily on your knee as the book explains everything that Pocoyo and his friends like to do together.

Then, you reach the page which says: 'Pocoyo and his friends like to ... dance together'.

Cari jumps off your knee and gives you a little dance before settling down for the rest of the book.

It ends with: 'Will you be Pocoyo's friend?' to which Cari replies with a little nod.

It's amazing, she's only 14-months-old.

As well as the book, Cari now owns her own little Pocoyo which was grabbed off the shelf of Mothercare at the weekend. Cue Dad's pocket being a little lighter than expected.

Oh, and did I forget, we have a DVD of the little lad as well. 14 episodes of him and the gang doing a variety of things.

However, having watched this intently over the last few weeks, I must say it's quite educational - not just for Cari, you'd be amazed at what I've learned.

AT 14 months Cari is now beginning to form a few words and sentences - if only we could understand them.

'Mum' and 'Dad' are the most commonly used words, as you would imagine.

If only it wasn't any time between 6 and 6.30 a.m.

'Juice', 'Yummy' and 'Granda' are her other three favourites, but no sign of 'Gran' yet.

The rest of the time she babbles away, no doubt making perfect sense as far as she's concerned, and looks at you like you're from outer space for not understanding her simple request.

Cari has also developed a terrible obsession with the kitchen cupboards.

On return from work the other night, I couldn't get into any of the cupboards as they were all tied up with string.

Safety locks were purchased - cue frustration and tantrums from 14-month-old girl - a joy to behold!

I also now spend my breakfast time sharing my muesli with her.

This is something I don't understand. How can a baby girl enjoy eating muesli? I don't even like it!

But to be fair she is a cracking eater. She'll try anything, so if we are planning to have something spicy, we must wait until Cari's gone to bed as she wants to try whatever we are eating.

And whatever you do don't put the computer on when she's about as the keys are bashed into next week.

YET another day in the mad baby house.

Cari has now mastered climbing into the wee car that she got as a first birthday person.

She then looks at you and, despite the fact that she can't yet talk, you know she's saying 'someone come and push me then' and off you go.

And then there's the bin incident.

Wanders through to kitchen with book. Wanders back through from kitchen without book. Where is it? - in the bin.

I now find myself raking through the bin every time I go to empty it just in case there's any rubbish that isn't in fact rubbish.

My brother had a similar problem with his youngster at the same age. He was emptying the bin one night and peering out at him were his car keys and his mobile phone - close call.

So, everything now needs to be kept out of small people's reach and the bin has to be checked at regular intervals.

I know recycling's the in thing at the moment, but I didn't think I'd be recycling my own possessions for re-use!

Another tooth on the way as well and it looks like one of the incisors which is a sore one. She was screaming blue murder on Monday night and I keep expecting the police to turn up at the door and arrest me!

The weekend was fun. We decided to buy Cari a play gym for the garden for her Christmas.

We quickly realised there was no point in keeping it until then - too cold and wet - and set about constructing it.

Oh dear, oh dear, and hour later the deed was done.

As a colleague said, 'Welcome to the world of Children's toys.'