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.
Sunday, 23 February 2014: Two Hundred and Thirty Days Old.
Ayla had her first proper outdoor playtime today and she spent it cruising around eating sticks and leaves, chasing the cat and playing in puddles.
Ayla has of course been outside countless times but this afternoon was the first opportunity she’s had to crawl about where ever she wanted doing what ever took her fancy.
Usually when I’ve taken Ayla outside I’ve sat her on a particular patch of grass and kept a close vigil on her whereabouts or I’ve relegated Ayla to her walker knowing she’d could go past the driveway edges.
Needless to say Ayla loved her newfound freedom and was covered head to toe in dirt, cobwebs, dogs hairs and goodness knows what else in no time.
There’s not doubt I’m coming to terms with the fact that it’s near impossible to keep an immaculately clean and well presented baby all of the time, and to tell you the truth I actually enjoyed seeing Baby Ayla have so much fun getting dirty.
Letting Ayla explore the outdoors also meant that I was free to get stuck into the gardening, so long as I kept one watchful eye on Ayla of course!
And, because I we’re to lucky enough to live in the tropics, I knew that no matter how sweaty and dirty we got a quick wash down with was waiting for us at the end!