Friday, 24 May 2014: One Year and Fifty Three Days Old.
Ayla is such a little helper, it’s adorable.
This morning as we were getting ready for the day Ayla picked up a tissue and started wiping at some spilt water in the kitchen.
A little later Ayla had found a baby wipe and was pretending to blow her nose and wipe her face with it, complete with realistic sniffing sound effects.
While I putting on my make up in the bedroom Ayla was picking out shoes for me to wear, showing me each one she found as if to ask “these ones mum?”.
Then when the time came for me to put Ayla’s shoes on she wanted to do it all herself, but I settled for a compromise and let her try to do the left one while I did the right.
Cutest of all was this evening though when Ayla and I got home to discover a parcel of new little girls clothes sent to us from her Granddad.
Ayla, in true helper style, started trying to put them on… All of them… At once!
Ayla loved her new clothes so much that after realising she couldn’t wear them decided to kiss and hug instead, before trying to put them away in my handbag.
Sunday, 13 April 2014: One Year, One Week and Five Days Old.
Ayla got her first toothbrush and she’s not afraid to use it!
All this week Ayla’s watched me brush my teeth with so much interest, that I’ve been handing it over to her to play with each morning.
So I decided the time had come to get Ayla her own toothbrush, she does have four teeth after all!
Tonight Ayla had her first go at using it and she knew exactly what to do!
It was so cute watching Ayla sit in the bathroom sink and brush her tiny milk teeth, although admittedly there was a lot more sucking and chewing going on than brushing!
Ayla even knew to put the head of the toothbrush under the running tap before using it, and she even started to learn how to bare her teeth so I can get in and give them a proper clean.
Ayla loved having her own toothbrush so much that she wouldn’t put it down, carrying it with her the whole time we were getting her ready for bed.
Sunday, 20 October 2013: Two Hundred and Three Days Old.
We took a couple of friends out to the shack this weekend and given the stifling Build Up weather and Ayla’s rash I decided to pack the baby bath.
Best. Idea. Ever.
Ayla is now big enough to sit up in the bath herself, and she’s at the age where simple toys provide hours of fun – put the two together and we have one very happy little girl.
It meant I could let Ayla get as dirty as she wanted; I didn’t have to worry about giving her food to play with, or about how much sand landed on her when The Dog walk past wagging his tail.
I also didn’t have to worry about her overheating or about picking her up for a cuddle if I was dirty.
In less than twenty-four hours, Ayla was in the bath about 5 times. She sat there, quietly playing and splashing for ages and it was so wonderful to watch her.