In for the long haul


Wednesday, 30 October 2013; Two Hundred and Twelve Days Old.

Ayla and I ventured out to the shops for supplies today…. We’re in for the long haul.

It’s been two weeks and still Ayla’s nappy rash hasn’t cleared. We’ve been back to the doctors a couple of times but she assures me we’re doing everything we can.

So, in order to get some sort if normality back I stocked up on baby undies (I think they’re supposed to be nappy covers) and a couple of t-shirts.

Up until now I’ve mostly dressed Baby Ayla in pretty little frocks, but a shirt and undies are much easier for on-the-go changes now that Ayla’s nappy-less.

And of course Ayla was a good girl so she got to pick out a toy as well… It’s really not hard to spend a hundred bucks when your shopping for baby!




Thursday, 10 October 2013: One Hundred and Ninety Three Days Old.

Well I did it… Today I trimmed the front mullet.

The wispy remnants of Ayla’s birth hair, stuck right smack-bang at the front of her head, have been annoying me for weeks.

Over the last couple of days it had obviously started annoying Ayla too because she was constantly rubbing her face to try and get the hair out of her eyes.

Then at breakfast this morning it became clear that something had to be done – urgently – because the front mullet had started to double as a beard by collecting food at meal times.

So I did what so many people asked me not to, but equally as many prayed I would: I chopped it.

And, while I was at it, I also chopped the last few remaining brown hairs from around Ayla’s head, leaving only the gorgeous, soft, white-blonde fuzz underneath (and the dark brown Chinaman-like band at the back).


Front Mullet


Tuesday, 10 September 2013: One Hundred and Sixty One Days Old.

It’s official…. Baby Ayla has a front mullet.

Not to be confused with a regular mullet, the stylish front mullet keeps the boring business stuff at the back thus allowing the front to par-tay all day.

It’s a great hair doo for Ayla because a front mullet can be easily styled to look like a party hat so she’s never unprepared for a good time.

No really, in all seriousness, Ayla’s front mullet has become a bit of a talking point…

She’s had comments from friends, family and even strangers on her not-very-desirable hair doo, but luckily for Ayla she wears it with a special kind of classy cute unrivalled by imitation.

Ayla’s infamous front mullet has evolved since she started losing her “birth” hair a few months ago.

Now, at just five and a bit months old Ayla’s sporting a style more commonly found in Chinese retirement villages, or alone and hunched over in the witchcraft section of the library.

But what exacerbates Ayla’s doo is the colour.

The dark brown locks Ayla was born with are slowly being replaced with white blonde wisps of hair that match her pale skin, so even if new hair has sprouted it’s almost invisible to the naked eye!

But don’t despair! You too can get a front mullet and be just like Baby Ayla! Call your local hairdresser NOW to book an appointment and don’t take no for an answer…


The benefit of dolls


Saturday, 31 August 2013: One Hundred and Fifty Two Days Old.

I think I’ve finally discovered the benefit of having dolls as a kid.

I was a horsey girl myself; the only doll I had was a single, solitary Barbie and that was simply so I had someone to ride the toy horses around.

But today, as I stared at the pink mess of Ayla’s atrociously painted toe nails, I found myself thinking that maybe a doll or two might have been good practice.

Poor Ayla…. her mummy is certainly no source of fashion info, no vault of make up secrets, no hidden trove of hair-do treasures and definitely, absolutely no teacher of nail polish application.

Who knows if a doll can teach a girl all those skills, but I guess we’ll find out soon enough…. As soon as Ayla’s old enough to go down the doll aisle herself that is, ’cause I can’t stand those creepy unblinking plastic eyes or the spine-tingling sound of a doll calling out “Mah-mee! Mah-mee!”.

BUT, in the meantime I can teach Ayla how to bake a cake, how to gut a fish and how to write a blog… does that count? 😉


Drool factor



Tuesday, 6 August 2013: One Hundred and Twenty-Seven Days Old

Ayla is going to hate me for posting this photo when she’s 21, but I really need to document the drool factor.

Never would I have believed that so much drool could some out of someone so small and beautiful, but day after day the drool continues.

It’s most likely because her teeth are moving around in her mouth as they get ready to come through, but knowing what’s causing it doesn’t mean I can stop it!

To be honest, I don’t really mind the drool. I think it’s cute to see Ayla blowing bubbles and letting the drool dribble down her chin and even cuter when she grabs one of my fingers to chew on.

To me drool screams “baby”; it highlights Ayla’s innocence, her purity, her lack of inhibitions and her utter absence of self doubt. Ayla lives in the now and cares only for this moment… if her teeth hurt, she’ll chew and if that creates drool then it just does.

But from a practical aspect the drool has begun to impact Ayla’s wardrobe, and my washing pile!

I have so many beautiful clothes to dress Ayla in – picking an outfit is one of my favourite morning routines – but I’m now forced to cover them up with nowhere-near-as-cute bibs or letting them to get so covered in drool they leave giant wet patches all down Ayla’s chest.

I know it won’t be for long, before I know it I’ll be nagging at Ayla to brush her teeth, so for now I’ll just keep telling myself its cute and stay on top of the washing 🙂




A day at the races

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Monday, 5 August 2013: Eighteen Weeks Old.

It was Cup Day today so we took Baby Ayla to the track for a day at the races.

Neither Hubby nor I are big gamblers, or even avid horse racing enthusiasts for that matter, but Cup Day in our city makes for one of the best days of the year built on friends, fashion and a flutter (or two).

I donned Ayla in a gorgeous pink frock and matching fascinator, packed a picnic and off we went.

Ayla drew heaps of attention from people all day, most of them suggesting she’d be in the running to win Fashions on the Field (Hubby did enquire whether we could enter her but apparently you need to be at least 18 years old so she’ll just have to wait ’til 2032!)

Ayla was so admired that she even made it on to TV! I’ll try and get the clip from the 6pm news and post it here for you.

Although the crowd and atmosphere would have been overwhelming, Ayla was calm and relaxed all day. She even napped in her pram for a few hours much to mummy’s delight!

I am so, so proud of Ayla and so thankful she’s the wonderful cruisy kid she is.

Ayla makes it easy for me to be her mum and I’m so lucky to call her my daughter.


Water baby


Saturday, 13 July 2013: One Hundred and Three Days Old.

Ayla’s turning out to be a water baby (which is a far cry from what she was like when she was only a few weeks old).

We took her swimming twice today, in the hot springs near where we’re staying and she loves it!

She even loved her adorable little bikinis that a friend gave us. Who would have thought that it’s the “depths of winter” where we are!

Ayla loved being in the water. She was so happy floating around in our arms, talking to all the holiday makes and licking the little droplets of water off her face.

There were so many opportunities for great photos but our camera died! Will try again tomorrow 🙂



Monday, 24 June 2013: Twelve Weeks Old.

Winter is so much more fun when you have a gorgeous baby girl to dress up!

Ayla has so many beautiful winter clothes, from corduroy dresses, to frilly leggings, to hooded jackets with ears!

At the rate babies grow, this will be Ayla’s only chance to wear them so we’re making the most of it!



Thursday, 30 May 2013: Fifty-Nine Days Old.

Ayla’s a girl alright…. She like shoes!

Today I finally got some time to sort through the many bags of new and second-hand baby girl clothes given to me by friends over the last couple of months.

It was great fun! I propped Ayla up in her little bouncer and away we went, sorting through little dresses, shorts, shirts, overalls, jumpers, jackets and tiny baby jeans, one by one.

Ayla watched intently for nearly an hour, happy to give her opinion on any item I held up.

But it was when I put tiny little shoes on her that she really got excited and gave me a grin that would melt the polar ice caps.