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Poppy

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Saturday, 2 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Twenty Four Days Old.

Ayla met her Poppy for the first time today, when he arrived for a visit over the long weekend.

Ayla was beside herself with exhaustion by the time we got to the airport, pooped from having severe tummy problems that prevented her from napping and tired her out to the max.

Normally when Ayla is ready for bed or just woken up she refuses to go to anyone except Hubby or I, but when she met her Poppy at the airport she reached out for him like a long lost friend.

I was really surprised, but of course I shouldn’t have been; one look at my Hubby and his dad standing side by side it was like a mirror image, just a little more “snowy” on the right!

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“He”?!

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Thursday, 16 January 2014: Two Hundred and Ninety One Days Old.

Ayla has been getting mistaken for a boy!

I don’t know if it’s because she’s almost always shirtless with just a nappy on, or if maybe it’s because Ayla’s hair is has somehow grown itself into a darn near perfect short back and sides.

But regardless, I even had a workman call Ayla a “he” yesterday… and she was in the bath!

It’s funny how upset I’ve been getting about it. I mean, I know it’s sometimes hard to tell the difference between boys and girls when they’re just little babies but surely Baby Ayla is girly?!

Isn’t she?!

It’s driven me to put Ayla in pink shirts more often now, and to dress her as prettily as possible when we go out, simply because I can’t bear the thought of someone else stopping me in the street to say “ohhhh, isn’t HE cute”!

I am also hoping Ayla’s straight blonde locks have a growth spurt soon so that I can give up on the fight against headbands and try out some pretty clips or something.

I know it’s silly and I really shouldn’t care – Ayla certainly doesn’t – but to me Ayla is a perfect porcelain princess and I want the world to see it too!

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Like me

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Monday, 9 December 2013: Thirty Six Weeks Old.

I think Ayla is starting to look more and more like me.

I’m sure plenty of you out there will still swear black and blue Ayla looks like Hubby all over, and until today I’ve agreed with you.

But despite the blonde hair and pale skin, when I looked at Ayla playing on a mat on the lawn this afternoon I thought it was me for a moment.

It was the strangest feeling, but beautiful.

I don’t know if it was just Ayla’s expression, or what she was doing, but I could see myself in her and I felt the love in my heart grow just a little bit bigger.