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Surprise

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Tuesday, 14 August 2013: One Hundred and Thirty Three Days Old

Although Ayla surprises me every day some days I manage to surprise myself and today was no exception.

Hubby and I are renovating at home and today we were pouring concrete for our new carport.

Before I knew it, and without even realising, I was holding string line, painting poles and taking heights all with Baby Ayla in my arms.

Then later managed to (somehow) make bacon and egg sandwiches for the boys, which involved buttering toast and flipping eggs, again with Ayla on my hip.

I’m putting these newfound one-handed skills down to two things;

1) Ayla can now sit on my hip and happily hold on, which means carrying her is much easier and less scary than it was in the early days.

2) Ayla loves watching what’s going on and she loves learning new things. So while I’m carrying her around the house I make a point if telling her what I’m doing, counting out loud and explaining things so that simple tasks end up like games crossed with story time.

As a result, it seems that no matter how boring the household chore is Ayla loves it when I’m carry her around.

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Unspoken rules

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Wednesday, 24 July 2013: One Hundred and Fourteen Days Old.

I had a bunch of errands to run today, and of course Baby Ayla came too!

I felt awful for her though as I had to hustle her in and out of the car over and over again, sometimes for a stop that took just a few minutes.

A couple of times I found myself torn between which “don’t” to abide by;

1) Don’t wake a sleeping baby
2) Don’t leave your baby in the car

Don’t worry – of course I took her with me – but it got me thinking about parenting’s unspoken rules.

As a parent I feel my actions are continuously on show, open for judgement by everyone and anyone who feels the need.

And that’s where the rules come in; everybody operates according to the set of rules that suit them best.

I know that every baby and every family is different, but it means there’s a massive void between what’s considered right, what’s wrong and what’s borderline.

I know I shouldn’t let myself buy in to other people’s judgement, but it’s hard! I only want the best for Ayla and this realm of motherhood is completely new to me.

So who am I to know what’s best? What gives me the right to ignore the advice and experience of others?

It’s certainly food for thought.