Sunday, 27 October 2013; Two Hundred and Eight Days Old.
There’s so many things I could blog about today!
I could tell you about how Ayla drew her first blood today – a paper cut on her middle finger while we were reading Snugglepot and Cuddlepie. She didn’t cry.
Or, I could tell you about how the baby bath has been our saving grace this weekend, or how this afternoon Ayla came face-to-face with her biggest fish yet. Good job Daddy.
Or, I could tell you about how Ayla went to her first theatre show tonight. It was a cabaret/burlesque/variety type thing and, despite the loud noises and cheers and the after 7 time slot, the only noise Ayla made the whole time was a modest little giggle at her Aunty Kerri.
But, if I was to choose one thing to blog about today it would be how Ayla took her first (assisted) steps today. About eight of them.
Admittedly, I was holding her hands but for the first time ever Ayla put one chubby little foot in front of the other and walked towards me.
I was so proud! I was so shocked! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But I could hardly believe my eyes. I know it’s only a taste of what’s to come but it was amazing all the same.