Monday, 16 June 2014: One Year and Eleven Weeks Old.
Ayla went off to day care wearing her winter woolies today.
It was the coldest morning we’re likely to get all year – 17.4 degrees at 7.30am – and there was no better reason to rug up.
What made the chilly occasion even more special was the fact that only yesterday Hubby and I splurged on a few warm clothes, jumpers, a cardigan, a vest and some jeans for Baby Ayla.
The clothes were intended for our family trip to Melbourne next week, but Ayla got to don her little pink jumper ten days early…. Much to Mumma’s delight!
I don’t think there’s many things cuter than a rugged up baby, and seeing Ayla toddling around in her jumper and skinny jeans this morning melted my heart.
Sunday, 15 June 2014: One Year and Seventy Six Days Old.
Ayla learned to cheer on her team today. Well, our team.
Hubby was watching the AFL intently this afternoon, and I was glancing at it while folding washing.
Ayla was also watching the TV, when she wasn’t toddling around the house she was sitting on the couch watching the Collingwood Magpies take on some other team.
After a particularly awesome goal Hubby and I cheered and fist-pumped the air…. And Ayla copied!
After that, whenever we said “go Pies” Ayla would lift both her arms above her head, make two little fists and say “yess”.
Saturday, 14 June 2014; One Year and Seventy Four Days Old
Ayla and I had a very social Saturday today and it was great!
We kick started the morning with a walk to the park when we met a friend who I haven’t seen since my baby shower!
My friend had her 23 month old twin boys with her and the kids all played happily in the sand and on the playground while we girls had a long overdue catch up.
After nipping home to give Ayla a nap, we were on the road again within 1.5hrs this time to one of my friends surprise birthday lunch at a seaside boating club.
It was my first experience of taking Ayla out since she officially became a toddler, and NOW I understand!
Thankfully Ayla was calm and happy to stay closeby during my meal, but the second half of the afternoon was spent following her around the club and catching her moments before she toddled out the door!
Ayla and I went back home and picked Hubby up (he’d been working all day) then went to visit a friend who hasn’t been well.
By the time we got there Ayla eyes were looking tired, but the excitement if visiting another new place was enough to keep her on her feet and toddling around.
Lastly we went to dinner at another friends place where Ayla ate a whole mandarin and played chasey with their 10kg tom-cat!
It was a busy, full on day but Ayla loved it. Despite all the overwhelming people, places and things to do Ayla was friendly and relaxed the whole day.
Thursday, 12 June 2014: One Year and Seventy Two Days OldAyla is a proper toddler now!
She’s finally traded in crawling, nearly altogether, and now spends 98% of her time toddling around.
I didn’t think toddling could be so cute!
Ayla’s walk is half-waddle, with stiff little out turned legs that make her body sway slightly from side to side with each step.
And then there’s the bubble butt! Seeing Ayla’s little legs sticking out from her nappy covered tush is adorable, she looks like the cutest little white tailed bee in the world as she toddles about the house.
What really made me realise that Hubby and I now have a toddler on our hands was when Ayla mixed her walking with her words.
As Hubby and I watched from the couch Ayla toddled purposefully over to the kitchen and looked up at the benches.
After a moment or two Ayla then turned back to us and asked, with all the right tone and inflection, “water?”
It was as clear as day and as cute as a button. Hubby and I both melted with love and he got up to give our clever little sausage her water bottle.
Wednesday, 11 June 2014: One Year and Seventy One Days Old.
When I started writing An Ayla A Day I didn’t know what it would look like, how it would work or who would be interested.
For me it was about capturing precious memories of my girl and in doing so I was able to craft an honest and accurate account of my transition into motherhood.
For 432 days I have religious written mementos of my life and the very special world it’s become since Ayla came into the world.
But now, with the added pressures of my work, the increasing attention our renovations require, my desire to return to fitness and the typically event-filled Dry Season the time has come to stop my daily blogging.
An Ayla A Day will still be around, it’s become such a massive part of my life and I love the creative outlet it gives me, but posts will be intermittent and varied depending on what’s happening.
I have been overwhelmed by the kindness and support my near 500 followers have shown me over the past fourteen months and I’m so lucky to have had the opportunity to bring you on my journey with me.
I hope you will keep reading despite the inconsistency and who knows, maybe one day An Ayla A Day will become an official book we turn to when we want to remember the tiny, fresh, gorgeous Baby Ayla who means so much to us.
Saturday, 7 June 2014: One Years and Sixty Seven Days Old.
Ayla has never been more dirty in her life than what she was today… filthy.
No photo would do it justice; Ayla had red dirt in her hair, mud smeared on her face, her arms were sticky with a combination of mozzie repellant and dust, her feet were black and her hands were sandy and her nappy had tiny stones in it.
Mind you, the amount of fun Ayla had to get that dirty far outweighed the filth, and I loved seeing her enjoy the dirt as much as it enjoyed her!
As soon as we put the tent up and Ayla down, Ayla started picking up handfuls of dirt and carrying it into the tent to throw it on the floor.
After tiring of that game Ayla started drizzling dirt in her hair and along her arms, and she was completely unperturbed when her little friend Charlie and the girl from the campsite beside us decided to try and bury Ayla’s legs with tiny pebbles.
Thankfully, Ayla was too busy learning about the feel and general uses for dirt that she didn’t eat any of it, intentionally at least.
Friday, 6 June 2014: One Year and Sixty Seven Days Old.
Firstly, Ayla’s lips are MUCH better today; she’s back to eating and drinking like normal and she’s heaps happier.
Now, onto today’s story…
An African Storyteller came to Ayla’s day care this afternoon!
I was a bit hesitant and cynical as to what I should expect but it turned out a really fun and interactive afternoon!
Ayla loved listening to the African sounding songs and she got to play on an African drum!
Ayla was a little bit overwhelmed by the Storyteller at first, but by the time we left she was waving good bye and blowing kisses of thanks!
I also got to see Ayla play with her little friends – Ruby, Cleo, Virag, Clara, David and Ava – and I got to meet some of the other mums and Dads.
Then there was a share-plate afternoon tea cooked by the day care mums, and now I know how yummy the food is there! No wonder Ayla doesn’t eat at home lol.