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So happy

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Tuesday, 6 May 2014; One Year and Thirty Six Days Old.

Ayla seemed excited to go to school this morning, and when I handed her over to one of the day care mums there was not a tear in sight.

But it was when I picked Ayla up that I noticed a real difference; it was like my baby girl had grown years in just a few hours.

Ayla was happy to see me of course, but this afternoon her happiness seemed driven by a holistic, contented, mature kind of confidence rather than “oh my goodness I’m so glad you came back for me!”

I could see it in her face and feel it in her body, hear it in her voice and know it from the way she was excited to point things out that she’s been doing that day.

Ayla showed me some toys, her water bottle and introduced me to a friend before deciding she was ready to start blowing kisses and waving goodbye.

Then while we were driving home Ayla went into a big long story of baby talk, assumably telling me about her day, but best of all was when Ayla started laughing for what seemed like no reason at all!

Maybe she was laughing at her own joke, laughing at a funny memory from the day or laughing at something she saw out her window, but whatever it was that made her giggle, my heart melted to see her so happy.

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Blue

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Monday, 3 March 2014: Forty Eight Weeks Old.

Food colouring isn’t bad for kids… is it?

A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that I should colour some bits of dried macaroni pasta with food dye so that Ayla can play with different colours which is apparently good for her development.

I was feeling crafty a couple of days ago and made up four colours of pasta, but I quickly realised that Ayla would simply eat the pasta and that the food dye ran very quickly after being in her slobbery gob.

So I packaged it up and made a colourful rattle instead, which has worked just fine considering Ayla loves anything even half musical.

But today Ayla somehow discovered a rogue piece of pasta and she made a right mess of it… and herself!

I had been busy on the computer, and when I turned around I could see blue dye all over the tiles, the toys and all over Ayla.

Ayla was stoked! She could see that her hands, feet and tummy had turned blue and thought it was a great game, then when I took her to the bathroom to try and wash it off Ayla caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and started giggling.

Cheeky monster!

I scrubbed for a bit and removed some of the excess dye but Ayla’s porcelain skin still has a delicate tinge of blue, but hopefully not for long!

 

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Definite and deliberate

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Sunday, 9 February 2014: Three Hundred and Thirteen Days Old.

Ayla is getting much better at communicating.

Her garbled noises are now definite and deliberate, and I’m starting to see a clear pattern in what her different sounds mean.

Ayla’s cutest noise is her happy shriek, which sounds kind of like an “eeee!” that she lets it slip when she’s super excited and happy. Like the day she chased the cat around in her walker, or when I creep up to her with a favourite toy.

Ayla’s saddest noise is her whinging, which sounds mostly like “mumumumum” that she repeats over and over when she’s tired and wants a cuddle. Don’t get me wrong, I love being so in demand and I love that Ayla can call out to me but it definitely breaks my heart.

Ayla’s funniest noise is her “I’m stuck” noise, which sounds mostly like a “ah-ah-ah” or a machine gun in slow motion. Ayla’s been practising this noise a lot lately and I keep finding her in strange places.

Ayla’s scariest noise is her yell, which sounds mostly like a “raaaaaa!” and goes up in pitch the longer and louder she gets. It’s scary because I get forward-flashes to the so-called “Terrible Two’s” and it makes me shudder.

And then there’s Ayla’s giggle, which sounds to me like a “ha-haha-ha” and reminds me of a little old man’s chuckle. Although Ayla smiles a lot her laugh seems reserved for tickle fights and pretend acrobatics which makes it an extra special event when she does.

Lastly, and most fortunately, Ayla rarely cries. Her tears come only if she’s hurt, or beside herself with tiredness… but who could blame her for that? I’ve been known to cry for much less and I thank my stars every day for giving me a strong, calm and happy baby Ayla.

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Giggled

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Saturday, 6 July; Ninety-Six Days Old.

Ayla giggled for the first time today!

A proper, hearty chuckle, different to any of the other noises she’s made before.

I had been tickling her face with a tissue and she was grinning from ear to ear, then she let out the most gorgeous laugh that completely melted my heart!

She did it a couple of times too, before she got the hiccups, but I really don’t think it was an accident.

It was such a shame no one else was around when she giggled; I can’t wait to share it with someone special! 😉