Sunday, 30 June; Ninety Days Old.

Ayla’s discovered her tongue and its the cutest thing.

She’s still trying to work out how to use it though – at the moment she looks more like a lizard lapping milk than a baby poking her tongue out – but it’s adorable.

At the same time as learning to move her tongue Ayla’s also trying to make new sounds and, frustratingly for her, the two together makes for a definite dose of hiccups.




Saturday, 29 June 2013: Eighty-Eight Days Old.

Ayla’s grown so much in the last few days that my fear of missing a moment has crept back and is now strangling my heart.

As exciting as it is to watch her new developments, Ayla’s changes are happening so quickly it’s like seeing a flower bloom on time lapse.

I feel that if I literally blink, I’ll miss something.

She is still so small and helpless, innocent, vulnerable and peaceful, but I know I only have days, weeks or maybe months before she’s not my tiny baby daughter any more.



Friday, 28 June 2013: Eighty-Seven Days Old.

I’m in love Ayla’s flawless, porcelain skin.

I’ve noticed it more since we’ve been in the cooler weather, especially when her cheeks flush pink and she peers at me from under her long brown lashes.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s real; she seems so perfectly put together it’s like she’s a precious china doll.





Thursday, 27 June 2013: Eighty-Seven Days Old.

Over the past few months I’ve come to realise there’s many different kinds of love, and the key to happiness lies in finding the right mix.

Luckily for me Ayla’s introduced a whole new type of love I never understood before.

Ayla’s also made me realise that love is our most early experience – its all we know as babies – and 9 times out of ten love is what brought us into the world in the first place.

I’m also lucky to have the deep, honest and supportive love of my Hubby, who just also happens to be my partner, my best friend and my soul mate.

There’s also love for family, love for friends, love for pets, love for life and of course love for self, and though they differ greatly they’re equally important and fulfilling.

So, while I’m not too keen on the notion of throwing away my plans and future “in the name of love”, nor do I believe that “all you need is love”, I’d hate to think what life would be like without it.




Wednesday, 26 June 2013: Eighty-Six Days Old
It is so exciting to watch as Ayla grows stronger and smarter every day.

There’s times when I can literally SEE her thinking, and I’d give anything to know what’s going on inside her head.

And then there’s the times where she surprises herself, as well as me, with how strong she has become.

Just today she was able to lift her head and push her body up from lying flat on her belly, and she purposefully reached out and grabbed a stuffed toy dog by its ear with one hand and its nose with the other.

It made me realise how much I’m missing Hubby, and how much I wish he wasn’t missing these tiny little developments.

Thank goodness for iPhones.



Tuesday, 25 June 2013: Eighty-Five Days Old.

Up until today, Ayla’s never been a big fan of the bath; to keep her calm we’ve had to wrap her in a super light cotton cloth first, so usually we opt for a shower instead.

But considering the chilly weather the last few nights, Ayla’s been back in the bath.

And tonight she loved it! Kicking, splashing and pushing herself up from the end, (with no wrap in sight) Ayla was smiling and laughing the whole time. Beautiful 🙂


Frozen Moment

Its 5.40pm and Ayla is asleep.

She’s lying across my body, legs wedged between my hips and the couch, her head nestled between my arm and my chest.

She’s wearing a white beanie with tiny pink polka dots, magenta leggings with a skirt attached, a white long-sleeved top with flowers on the front, striped pink butterfly socks on her feet and baby-pink knitted socks on her hands.

She’s been like this for nearly three, beautiful hours.

But, Ayla’s going to wake up soon… I can see her eyes fluttering and she’s starting to squirm.

And when she does it will be back to reality; bath-time, pyjamas, dinner and bed, but I feel blessed to have shared this special time with my baby.



Monday, 24 June 2013: Twelve Weeks Old.

Winter is so much more fun when you have a gorgeous baby girl to dress up!

Ayla has so many beautiful winter clothes, from corduroy dresses, to frilly leggings, to hooded jackets with ears!

At the rate babies grow, this will be Ayla’s only chance to wear them so we’re making the most of it!