Saturday, 17 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Thirty Nine Days Old.
Ayla’s a little daredevil in the making!
We went to a sports club for tea with friends tonight where there was an outdoor playground for the kids.
All the other kids were bigger (of course) and older than Baby Ayla, and because they were hyped up on kids meals and ice cream the playground was chaotic and overwhelming.
It didn’t take long for Ayla to find the slide though, and while she was trying to climb up other kids were sliding down.
After a while Ayla worked out how the other kids were doing it, and decided to copy…
Ayla climbed up eight steps, then up another step to a platform about 1.6m high.
Ayla then toddled to the top of the slide, carefully held on to the sides and sat down, then pushed off and “wheeeee!” down the double-hump slide she went.
Ayla was SO happy with herself, screeching and dancing on the spot when she reached the bottom, then off she ran back to the steps for round two.
Over and over again Ayla went down the slide, unassisted. While there were two year olds who were scared to slide without their parents holding them, but not our Ayla…. !
Thursday, 8 May 2014; One Year and Thirty Seven Days Old.
Ayla loves her little trike that she got for her birthday.
Now that Ayla is a little but older, a little bit more mobile and a lot more communicative, it’s becoming far easier to tell what she likes and doesn’t like.
And Ayla likes her trike. She also like animals and being outdoors, and of course Ayla loves adventuring so it was no surprise this afternoon when Ayla “asked” to go for a trike ride.
Ayla made her wishes known by pointing at the trike, crawling over to it and bashing on the seat, then crying angrily when I walked away to get my shoes.
We set off in the hope of meeting Hubby on his way home from work, but instead Ayla and I got stuck in the park and spent ages looking for birds and watching the trees sway in the breeze.
We got home half an hour later to find Hubby’s car in the driveway; Ayla shrieked “dada” at the top of her lungs and started kicking the sides of the trike to make it go faster, but I wasn’t up to running.
So instead Ayla managed to climb her way to standing on the seat with her hands on the handlebars, leaning forward like a daredevil while I pushed her along. Crazy kid.