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An Ayla A Day

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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.

Thank you.

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Tempted

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Sunday, 2 February 2014: Three Hundred and Eight Days Old.

Ayla and I headed to Byron Bay with her Grandad today where we meandered our way along aisles and aisles of creatively crafty market stalls.

I have never been very interested in shopping, let alone actually buying things, but today I found myself tempted by so many gorgeous baby girl things that I hardly knew myself!

Crafty people seem to know the “mothers of daughters” target market too well and I assume it’s strategy that has them putting the cutest little dresses, the prettiest flower garlands and pinkest miniature sunhats on display at the front of their stalls.

I can only imagine how much harder it,s going to be to say “no” when Ayla can walk and talk and beg me into buying her things she certainly doesn’t need but both of us desperately want!

But I was proud of my resistance today and after returning to the car with just two tops and a dress I was pleased to know that those few items will surely be the source of many an “awwwww” when we go home.