Wednesday, 2 October 2013: One Hundred and Eighty Four Days Old.
A friend diagnosed Ayla with a FOMO today.
FOMO = Fear Of Missing Out.
The diagnosis came today during a working bee at our unit.
Ayla had been late to bed the night before, and up early with us to get started on reno’s.
So understandably she was tired.
But when nap time came I put her in her cocoon, fed her, and put her to sleep in her bassinet in the bedroom, complete with a mummy-smelling blanket, just like always.
But uh-ah, Ayla refused. She could hear all the activity and excitement going on in the house and she wanted to be a part of it.
Even when I tried to rock her to sleep in my arms Ayla lifted her neck and fixed her eyes on something, anything, to keep her eyes open and sleep at bay.
Ayla was happiest in her bouncer, playing with her toys and joining in the conversation.
But if we accidentally changed rooms without taking her, even if only for a moment, she’d let us know!
The poor darling must have been so tired but Baby Ayla didn’t complain.
To her, it seemed tiredness was a small price to pay for a fun and interesting day.