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.


Four Generations

Sunday, 21 April 2013: Twenty Days Old.

For the past six days Ayla has enjoyed the company of her Grandma and Great Grandma; that meant four generations of women all together.

It’s been lovely to know Ayla has had this special time with her grannies, and although I’m sure there’ll be many more (and some of them very soon) these early days are so precious and important.

I probably won’t ever know hard it is for my Mum and Grandma to live away from Ayla, especially when she’s so tiny and growing so fast.

But I do know it was awful when we all had to say goodbye (for now) tonight.