Sunday, 19 January 2014: Two Hundred and Ninety Three Days Old.
Ayla is so close to crawling!
She’s so close in fact, that I can no longer claim Ayla to be “non-mobile” because she’s now clearly managing to get to places she shouldn’t be, and grab hold of things she shouldn’t get.
I’m not sure if maybe it’s the freedom of her walker that’s driven Ayla to find new ways of adventuring, or if it’s just a natural progression spurred on by nothing more than time, but if I were to make the call I’d say that Ayla will be completely, and unassistedly, on the go within a fortnight.
At the moment Ayla’s crawl is more like bulldozing; instead of using her knees Ayla digs in her toes and stiffens her legs with such force that her arms collapse and she face plants, like a bulldozer bucket driving into the dirt.
But after each face plant Ayla pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees and repeats the process, over and over like an awkward uncoordinated caterpillar.
Although Ayla’s newfound way of traveling takes lots of time and plenty of effort, she has been managing to travel fair distances before succeeding, or surrendering, in her journey.
Saturday, 18 January 2014: Two Hundred and Ninety Two Days Old.
One of my very best friends welcomed her first baby into the world today; a baby girl beautifully named Evelyn Lark.
Although they live quite literally at the other end of the country, I felt as if I was in the room with them when I heard the news this morning.
It brought back all the wonder, awe, passion and overwhelming love I felt when I first held my Baby Ayla nine and a half months ago; a feeling so unique and all encompassing, and one I never new existed until that day.
I am so excited for my friends and I can’t wait to meet Baby Evelyn.
I also can’t wait to share motherhood with one of my besties.
And, I’m looking forward to being reminded of the early days of Ayla, which already seem so long ago, and listening to the tales of my friends own unique journey into mummyhood.
Monday, 6 January 2014: Forty Weeks Old.
Ayla enjoyed lots of quality Daddy-Daughter time today.
I spent the day sick in bed, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, with Hubby bringing Ayla in to see me intermittently for food and cuddles.
Between my naps I’d listened to Ayla and her Daddy hanging out, but it wasn’t until I finally surfaced for a doctors appointment that I realised the true extent of their fun.
Our lounge room was littered with toys, there were book on the floor and rubbish on the couch.
There was musical instruments covered in food, bits of scrunched up paper, empty water bottles and TV remotes, all strewn from one end of the room to the other.
And there was one little baby with her face covered in what looked chocolate, and one very proud Daddy, both with big grins on their faces.
Funnily enough, I didn’t mind a bit about the mess… I figured a mess can be cleaned up in a matter if minutes, but the memories made while making the mess last a lifetime.
There are two things worth mentioning today…
Baby Ayla got upgraded on our boat today.
She’s now too big (and active) for a baby bouncer, so when we took her out water skiing this morning we had to find Ayla a new digs.
And, we created the perfect place! Up the front, in the shade and with a great view of the rest of the boat Ayla was happy and at home while we cruised about on the dam with some friends.
We finished off the day with a Christmas dinner at a friends place, and it was here where Ayla showed her first ever sign of proper sookiness!
Where Ayla’s usually stoked to be cuddled by others tonight all she wanted was her Mummy and Daddy and she wasn’t afraid to cry for us!
It was endearing, but a little embarrassing, when Ayla started crying if Hubby or I left the room, if we put her down, or if she saw us again and remembered we’d actually left her for a moment or two while she was distracted.
I think Ayla’s clinginess was due to a combination of sore teeth, tiredness and the fact that she is now fully aware who her family is.
The fact that Ayla is usually so independent and social made meant her clinginess was very out of character, and it was a rare vulnerability we were happy to indulge for the night.
We tried to capture one of Ayla’s over-excited belly-bashing routines, but instead got this hilarious screeching gig, coupled with a bit of head-banging!
Monday, 16 December 2013: Thirty Seven Weeks Old.
Over the past two days I’ve watched as the bond between Ayla and Hubby has grown stronger before my very eyes.
Ayla’s always loved her Daddy, but until now her devotion has only really surfaced in the morning when he gets her up for the day, and in the evenings when he comes home from work.
But over yesterday and today Ayla has started to seek him out for cuddles and playtime, comfort and closeness.
I think it’s because Ayla’s at the age now where she wants fun and entertainment, not just food and care, and who better to give her that than her Daddy.
They’ve read stories, watched the cricket, shared meals together and collected eggs from the chooks. Hubby’s rocked Ayla when she’s been tired, and Ayla’s reached for Hubby with both hands outstretched.
It’s come at a perfect time too. I’ve not been feeling well so to be able to lie in bed listening to the noises of Hubby and Ayla playing happily down the hall has been bliss.
Thursday, 12 December 2013; Two Hundred and Fifty Five Days Old.
I couldn’t sleep last night, I was tossing and turning and feeling anxious, but I had an overwhelming need to be close to Ayla.
So after a while I left an exhausted Hubby to sleep in peace while I snuck down the hall to Ayla’s room.
Ayla grounds me. She is my reminder of the bigger picture but at the same time she reminds me of the little things that matter.
As I sat in the glow of the nightlight and watched my baby sleep, I could actually feel my energy slowly shift from my head to my heart.
Ayla is one powerful little being, that’s for sure, and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank her for coming into my world.
Not only has Ayla grounded me, she’s helped me heal and grow and become a better person in ways I never thought I could.
But I’m conscious that if Ayla can have such a massive impact on my moods and mind, then surely it works in the reverse too?
And if that’s the case, like I believe it is, then I have to try my best to be strong, and calm, and true whenever I’m with her because that’s what the very least she deserves.
Saturday, 7 December 2013: Two Hundred and Fifty Days Old.
Ayla ate an entire spring roll today… by accident!
We were at our boot camp Christmas party and of course there was plenty of nibblies to go around.
Ayla had been sitting on the floor playing with some corn chips but she’d finally made a sufficient mess and was ready to move on to new adventures.
I picked her up and was holding her with one arm as I went and grabbed a couple of mini spring rolls for myself.
As I was eating one, Ayla grab hold of the other and shoved it straight in her mouth before I could realise!
Ayla seemed to be enjoying it and I figured she would probably only suck on it for a bit before throwing it away, and when a friend came to take Aya off for a cuddle the spring roll went with her.
About 20 minutes later Ayla reappeared in my friends arms, but all that was left of the spring roll was one tiny piece of cabbage hanging from the corner of her mouth. Oh, and some crust wedged in between her fingers.
Ayla had devoured it. And I’m blaming the fact that she’s one sixteenth Chinese.
Thursday, 5 December 2013: Two Hundred and Forty Eight Days Old.
Ayla may not be mobile yet, but she sure can climb all over me!
If I sit within two feet of her Ayla will somehow manage to climb onto my lap, pull herself into a sitting position, grab at my face and neck then bury her face, open mouthed, into my boobs.
At first I thought it was because she was hungry but I’ve since learned that Ayla just wants to be close to me, so she gives me “cuddle” in the only way she knows how.
Ayla’s never really been one to just sit quietly in my arms, so I guess an becoming a human play-gym complete with hair pulling, slobbering and tiny feet kicking into my groin is as close as I’m going to get!
Ayla also thinks its great fun to use my lap as a trampoline,
She’ll spend ages throwing herself backwards into me with a thud, before sitting herself back up and doing it all over again. And again. And again. Always with a big cheeky grin on her face.
It’s adorable, and melts my heart every time. I love Ayla so unconditionally – with all my heart – and to know she returns that love in all its entirety is something truly precious.
Wednesday, 4 December 2013: Two Hundred and Forty Seven Days Old.
Baby Ayla was all smiles today!
Although she’s looked better and healthier since her sickness last week, today Ayla must have finally felt better.
It was so refreshing to have my little girl back; she was cheeky and friendly and alert, and I couldn’t help but look at her and beam with pride and joy.
I just love how Ayla can brighten up a room simply by being in it, and I love how much Ayla brightens up my life and that of those around us.
I am so lucky and blessed to have such a beautiful daughter, and Ayla is so lucky and blessed to have so many people who care for and adore her.
I am thankful and grateful for my happy little family and I just really wanna spread the luuuurve! xx