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Like me

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Monday, 9 December 2013: Thirty Six Weeks Old.

I think Ayla is starting to look more and more like me.

I’m sure plenty of you out there will still swear black and blue Ayla looks like Hubby all over, and until today I’ve agreed with you.

But despite the blonde hair and pale skin, when I looked at Ayla playing on a mat on the lawn this afternoon I thought it was me for a moment.

It was the strangest feeling, but beautiful.

I don’t know if it was just Ayla’s expression, or what she was doing, but I could see myself in her and I felt the love in my heart grow just a little bit bigger.

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Spring Roll

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Saturday, 7 December 2013: Two Hundred and Fifty Days Old.

Ayla ate an entire spring roll today… by accident!

We were at our boot camp Christmas party and of course there was plenty of nibblies to go around.

Ayla had been sitting on the floor playing with some corn chips but she’d finally made a sufficient mess and was ready to move on to new adventures.

I picked her up and was holding her with one arm as I went and grabbed a couple of mini spring rolls for myself.

As I was eating one, Ayla grab hold of the other and shoved it straight in her mouth before I could realise!

Ayla seemed to be enjoying it and I figured she would probably only suck on it for a bit before throwing it away, and when a friend came to take Aya off for a cuddle the spring roll went with her.

About 20 minutes later Ayla reappeared in my friends arms, but all that was left of the spring roll was one tiny piece of cabbage hanging from the corner of her mouth. Oh, and some crust wedged in between her fingers.

Ayla had devoured it. And I’m blaming the fact that she’s one sixteenth Chinese.