Saturday, 7 June 2014: One Years and Sixty Seven Days Old.
Ayla has never been more dirty in her life than what she was today… filthy.
No photo would do it justice; Ayla had red dirt in her hair, mud smeared on her face, her arms were sticky with a combination of mozzie repellant and dust, her feet were black and her hands were sandy and her nappy had tiny stones in it.
Mind you, the amount of fun Ayla had to get that dirty far outweighed the filth, and I loved seeing her enjoy the dirt as much as it enjoyed her!
As soon as we put the tent up and Ayla down, Ayla started picking up handfuls of dirt and carrying it into the tent to throw it on the floor.
After tiring of that game Ayla started drizzling dirt in her hair and along her arms, and she was completely unperturbed when her little friend Charlie and the girl from the campsite beside us decided to try and bury Ayla’s legs with tiny pebbles.
Thankfully, Ayla was too busy learning about the feel and general uses for dirt that she didn’t eat any of it, intentionally at least.
Monday, 21 October 2013: Twenty-Nine Weeks Old.
Baby Ayla got covered in poo for the first time today.
It was bedtime, but because Ayla had had a late nap she was full of beans and I popped her on a towel in her corner of the couch with some toys while I cooked dinner.
Hubby was out so I was doing ten things at once and while the pasta was cooking I ducked over to check on Ayla who’d gone quiet.
Right enough, she’d let out a sneaky poo so I gave her a quick bath, replaced the towel and put her back in her corner.
I had to tend to the dinner again, but after five minutes or so I got a moment and nipped into the laundry to rinse and soak the soiled towel.
On my way back to the kitchen I looked over at Ayla who had a strange, runny, peanut-butter like goo on her hands and face…
You guessed it.
On a closer inspection I discovered my darling sweetheart angel had finished off her poo and decided the smelly substance from her bottom was worthy of further investigation.
It was everywhere! On her feet, on her legs, her torso, arms, hands, under her neck and even on her face!
How on earth does poo spread so quickly?! I think it must be one of those unexplained mysteries if the world…
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.