Three Hundred and Forty Days Old.
Ayla had a hairy interesting day today. No typo there, I mean hairy.
It started this morning at music class when Ayla made friends with a little girl who was about two years old.
The new little “friend” was standing above Ayla gently patting her soft blonde fuzz, then suddenly decided to grab two handfuls and pull – hard.
The “friend” was pulling so hard that she involuntarily started biting her bottom lip, all while my poor baby Ayla was having her hair wrenched from its roots.
Needless to say it ended in tears and although the “friend” seemed remorseful when her Daddy brought her back to apologise Ayla’s heart was broken and she wanted no bar of it.
That was hair incident number one.
Hair incident number two happened at home during Ayla’s lunch.
I was briefly distracted by my own lunch while Ayla ate hers and when I glanced back to check she was ok I caught my darling daughter rubbing food into her hair.
Ayla’s usually silky soft locks were sticking out in strange directions and I could see clumps of food flapping about in the tangle.
Of course, lunch today included peanut butter, cheese and tuna and all three of those delightful ingredients were squished into Ayla’s hair.
That was hair incident number two.
Hair incident number three (also known as hair incident 2b) was a direct result of the lunch-in-hair situation…
After giving Ayla’s hair the best wash of its life after lunch, it was the fluffiest and wildest it’s ever been.
Ayla’s ‘do was so outrageous that when we were at Bunnings this afternoon a stranger waiting beside me at the paint counter suggested I tip Ayla upside down and use her as a paintbrush!
Ayla laughed… Poor bubba, if she only knew!
PS – if you haven’t already, please vote Ayla as the cutest baby in Australia and help her win a People’s Choice Award in the Bonds Australia Baby Photo Comp…. Thanks in advance!