Monday, 6 January 2014: Forty Weeks Old.
Ayla enjoyed lots of quality Daddy-Daughter time today.
I spent the day sick in bed, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, with Hubby bringing Ayla in to see me intermittently for food and cuddles.
Between my naps I’d listened to Ayla and her Daddy hanging out, but it wasn’t until I finally surfaced for a doctors appointment that I realised the true extent of their fun.
Our lounge room was littered with toys, there were book on the floor and rubbish on the couch.
There was musical instruments covered in food, bits of scrunched up paper, empty water bottles and TV remotes, all strewn from one end of the room to the other.
And there was one little baby with her face covered in what looked chocolate, and one very proud Daddy, both with big grins on their faces.
Funnily enough, I didn’t mind a bit about the mess… I figured a mess can be cleaned up in a matter if minutes, but the memories made while making the mess last a lifetime.