Fat lips and flying cowboys


Saturday, 10 May 2014: One Year and Thirty Nine Days Old.

Ayla’s day was full of rough and tumble today!

It started when Ayla got her first fat lip; from a backfired attempt at crawling up onto her trike by herself.

The trike pushed out from under her and Ayla hit her mouth on an edge, slicing open her bottom lip with one of her sharp little teethies.

Ayla handled the injury really well; no over reaction and no panic, just a cry and a few tears perfectly appropriate to the event of seeing blood for the first time.

To show Ayla what a real injury looks like (no, not really but still…) this evening Ayla donned her baby RM Williams boots for the first time and we took her to her first rodeo.

It was packed by the time we got there and I could tell Ayla was loving the vibes.

We saw most of the routine rodeo events but I reckon Ayla liked the barrel racing the best, watching intently as the horses galloped flat out in the arena.

The bull-riding was good too, and there were even a few “uncooperative” bulls that lingered around near where we were sitting instead of going back through the gates.

This meant Ayla got to hear their snorts and see them rake the ground ready to charge at the first flicker of temptation and the crowed oo’d and ahh’d at every threat.

It ended up being a very late night for our battered and bruised Baby Ayla, but she was wonderfully behaved and super happy to experience every minute of dusty air and flying chunks of poop.


So many things


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.