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Kids Club

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Tuesday, 26 August 2014; One Year, One Hundred and Forty Eight Days Old.

Our nights out for dinner have changed.

Instead of looking for fancy restraunts with a certain sort of atmosphere, good food and cosy little nooks to relax in and chat, we now look for food outlets that are within 10km radius and provide kids club facilities.

We went out for dinner tonight for Hubby’s birthday that’s tomorrow, and we found ourselves at the local sports club.

We promptly tracked down the kids club and claimed a table right by the window, before ordering overpriced and undercooked meals that took far to long to arrive.

However, none of that mattered. As Hubby and I sat beside an empty high chair, we peered in through the window and watched our little girl play.

Ayla tried her best at making friends but the other children in the club were older, glued to the TV screen and the computer games so Ayla turned her attention to drawing on the blackboard walls with chalk.

As Ayla toddled about the kids club Hubby and I had plenty of time to chat, but instead we watched in awe at the gorgeous, smart little human we created and we decided that sports clubs with kids clubs might just be our kinda thing after all.

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GFCF

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Tuesday, 15 July 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Six Days Old.

Ayla started a gluten free dairy/casein free (GFCF) diet today, under advice by a doctor and dietician.

Ayla’s been having tummy problems lately, along with a few other things I won’t go into here, and in order to rectify the situation we’ve been told to eliminate all gluten and dairy from her diet for at least one month until the exact cause can be identified and treated.

It’s going to be a tough month (what on earth do you feed a GFCF child?!) but Hubby and I feel very supported by Ayla’s day care centre, our friends and family.

Ayla herself seems unfazed. We’re putting a lot more fat into her diet too at this stage so she’s stoked, and Ayla sucked back her almond milk bottle tonight like a marathon runner sucks in air!

All in all, it’s going to be challenging and because it’s going to be a big part of our lives for the next little bit, I wanted to document it on here.

As we know, motherhood is full of ups and downs and diversions, and this blog is about sharing that; the good and the not so good, so stay tuned!

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Toothy grin

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Thursday, 6 April 2014: Three Hundred and Thirty Nine Days Old.

I’m in love with Ayla’s toothy grin!!

Ayla now has four front teeth – two at the top and two at the bottom – and my happy little girl never misses an opportunity to flash them.

Most people I know only show their top teeth when they smile, but when Ayla decides to show the world she’s happy all four pearly whites are on display.

It melts my heart every time! When Ayla smiles she crinkles up her nose, her eyes slim down and she bares all her shiny white teeth as if she’s proud to be a big girl.

And a big girl she is! Ayla’s teeth have given her a much older appearance, and sometimes I swear she’s almost a toddler with the way she looks… and acts!

PS – if you haven’t already, please vote Ayla as the cutest baby in Australia and help her win a People’s Choice Award in the Bonds Australia Baby Photo Comp…. Thanks in advance!

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Time

Saturday, 22 February 2014: Three Hundred and Twenty Nine Days Old.

Time has become a very valuable commodity lately.

I’ve always prided myself on my time management and organisation skills but I’ve started to notice I’m becoming less and less productive the older Ayla gets.

It’s probably a combination of trying to do too many things at once – also known as “burning the candle at both ends” – and for the first time since becoming a mum I actually feel stressed!

I know it’s a sign to slow down and drop a few of the balls I’ve been juggling but knowing this is also adding to the pressure!

With my return to work looming in the all too near future I am trying to cram as much fun, activity and Ayla-time into my day as much as possible so the hours between 7am and 9pm have recently resembled a game of chess.

The planner in me is trying my best to maximise the time I have available, and I’ve been starting each day with not just a Plan A and a Plan B, but also Plan’s C, D, E and sometimes F.

Which “Plan” get implemented is dependant on so many factors, such as nap times, the weather, paper work and unforseen admin, and I find myself swapping and changing as the day goes on.

For example, today Plan A involved focusing any spare time I had on loading rubbish and green waste into the ute… Alas, I forgot to ask Hubby if we could swap cars when he went to work at 4am.

So I swapped to Plan B, which meant getting up and ready to go out before Ayla woke up so that we could get the grocery shopping done before her morning nap… Alas, Ayla decided to wake up an hour earlier than usual which meant that by the time I’d prepared breakfast, fed her, washed her and clothed her she was almost ready to sleep again.

Then on to Plan C, which delayed grocery shopping until after Ayla’s morning nap and freed me up to get stuck into some gardening (instead of unpacking and sorting shopping, cleaning the house and doing some washing) while Ayla enjoyed her usual two hour sleep… Alas, only fifty minutes into gardening, when I was covered in dirt, dripping in sweat and no where near finished, Ayla woke up.

So, it was back to Plan B… and so on until finally its bedtime and we recharge for tomorrow.

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Rockabye Daddy

Friday, 21 February 2014: Three Hundred and Twenty Eight Days Old.

For the last few nights Ayla has refused to go to sleep unless her Daddy’s put her down.

It’s been a huge change for us and one that proves Baby Ayla is growing up all to fast, but as much as its made me feel a bit obsolete it’s also brought a new feeling of freedom.

While I still give Ayla her bedtime feed instead of backing that up with rocking and singing until she falls asleep the routine is now a family affair that Hubby and I share equally.

Plus, knowing that Ayla can go to to sleep at night in her Daddy’s arms means that we’re another step closer to being able to hire a baby sitter and have a baby-free night out!

It also makes me proud to see that Baby Ayla is gaining her independence and starting to make decisions about what makes her feel happy and content, not just what she likes and doesn’t like.

Growing up certainly happens fast, far faster than anyone can explain. I never thought I’d be using the word independent to describe a ten month old baby and I can hardly believe that in a blink of an eye she won’t need me at all.

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Back to normal

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Thursday, 13 February 2014: Three Hundred and Eighteen Days Old.

I think it’s safe to say that everything went back to normal today; Hubby returned to work after his week off which left Ayla and I on our own for the first time in weeks and we spent the day running errands and attending swimming lessons.

Strangely, I’d been a little anxious about being on my own with Ayla after all her recent developments and my inability to find a harmony with the changes but as usual I was being silly.

I thought I’d be out of my depth trying to keep track of her and get everything done without someone to help me, but it turned out that doing things at our own pace with no strict agenda was exactly what we needed.

It was great to be back at swimming lessons, Ayla totally loved it and has improved so much since her first class nearly six months ago!

And as for all the errands, we just took it easy and worked around Ayla’s naps. When she was awake we hung out like we always have, just two chicks doing our thing and it was great.

We even found time for a little photo shoot this afternoon and the result is just too cute for words, don’t you think?:

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Two things

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Sunday, 1 December 2013: Eight Months Old.

Today is December 1st and that means two things;

1. Ayla is eight months old (eek!)
and….
2. It’s Christmas!

It was also Carols by Candlelight night, which was a beautiful way to celebrate both things at the same time.

I hadn’t been to a Carols night since I was a little girl, and to see Baby Ayla playing with the candles (battery operated), singing err… screeching… to the music and watching all the other kids run amok was so cute!

It was also great to kick back on the picnic rug and catch up with Hubby.

The Carols, which share a venue with an annual music festival, highlighted to us just how much our lives have changed over the past eight months.

Within five minutes of arriving at the festival we would have seen a dozen people we know, but during the whole Carols we saw only three “acquaintances”.

But despite the change, we felt we were exactly where we should be – a new, happy, healthy little family, just hanging out together.