Thursday, 2 May 2014: One Year, One Month and One Day Old.
Ayla has an “angry face” and she ain’t afraid to use it!!
I don’t think it helps that I laugh every time she makes her angry face though, but it’s just so darn cute!
The funniest thing about it is that Ayla actually uses her angry face at opportune times, for example this photo was take after I tried to feed her dinner when she was full.
Ayla’s makes her angry face by curling up her top lip, baring her teeth, jutting out her bottom jaw and narrowing her eyes.
To me it looks sort of like a growl except without the noise.
I have no idea where Ayla learned her angry face but I’m blaming Hubby.
Not because Hubby gets angry but because he’s cheeky and we all know apples don’t fall far from their trees!
Sunday, 2 March 2014: Three Hundred and Thirty Five Days Old.
Ayla got herself into all sorts of trouble today, and we learned that fly screens are dangerous.
Ayla was inside playing at the back door while Hubby and I were outside in the garden, we could hear Ayla playing happily, banging on the screen and singing like she usually does.
But just as we were ready to come back inside Ayla started to cry as if she was stuck.
Hubby went around the front and when he came to the door he could see Ayla at the back door looking out with both hands on the flyscreen.
Ayla’s cries began to get louder and more insistent, as if she had actually hurt herself.
Hubby wasn’t quite sure what was going on and as he struggled with his dirty boots he started to call Ayla’s name in an attempt to get her to turn around and forget about whatever had upset her.
As he was calling her, without success, I reached the back door.
I could see Ayla’s little face smooshed up against the flyscreen, as if she’d slipped down from standing up, but that couldn’t possibly have resulted in the pained cries she was letting out.
On a closer inspection (this has all happened within a matter of seconds mind you), I could see that when Ayla had slipped one of her eyelids got caught in the fly screen, jamming it open and allowing her eyeball to get stuck against the fly screen, hence the crying! Poor baby.
Ayla’s fine though, and went back to being her happy little self not long after Hubby picked her up… and her eye looks fine!
Monday, 21 October 2013: Twenty-Nine Weeks Old.
Baby Ayla got covered in poo for the first time today.
It was bedtime, but because Ayla had had a late nap she was full of beans and I popped her on a towel in her corner of the couch with some toys while I cooked dinner.
Hubby was out so I was doing ten things at once and while the pasta was cooking I ducked over to check on Ayla who’d gone quiet.
Right enough, she’d let out a sneaky poo so I gave her a quick bath, replaced the towel and put her back in her corner.
I had to tend to the dinner again, but after five minutes or so I got a moment and nipped into the laundry to rinse and soak the soiled towel.
On my way back to the kitchen I looked over at Ayla who had a strange, runny, peanut-butter like goo on her hands and face…
You guessed it.
On a closer inspection I discovered my darling sweetheart angel had finished off her poo and decided the smelly substance from her bottom was worthy of further investigation.
It was everywhere! On her feet, on her legs, her torso, arms, hands, under her neck and even on her face!
How on earth does poo spread so quickly?! I think it must be one of those unexplained mysteries if the world…
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).
I just remembered this video from the weekend (before we were both sick)!
We were grocery shopping and Ayla got the giggles whenever I put something in the trolley and looked at her.
A cute game of supermarket peekaboo ensued… It’s amazing how little you care what other people think when you’re being silly for your baby!
*** apologies for the crappy sound! Make sure your volume’s up and there’s no background noise nearby!***
Wednesday 18 September 2013: One Hundred and Seventy Days Old
We’ve discovered that Ayla fits quite comfortably in our bathroom sink.
It’s a handy discovery because we have virtually no water pressure in the shower, no bathtub in the house and the baby bath is now too small and too awkward.
So until now bath time for Ayla has been less than ideal, more so for us than her.
Lately we’ve even taken to showering in our outdoor/poolside shower. It only has a cold setting but now that the weather’s warmer it’s actually a good option.
Except that we have two high-set houses across the street from us which both have balconies in clear view of our “bush squirt”.
So this is why the bathroom sink is a welcome variation… Not to mention that its handy for keeping Ayla secure while I’m putting on my face and doing my hair!
Thursday, 22 August 2013: One Hundred and Forty Four Days Old
Ayla is cheeky! So very very cheeky.
She’s recently started a new game where she stares at me with big burning eyes until I look at her.
Then, as soon as our eyes lock, Ayla gives a me big gummy grin then quickly looks the other way.
Ayla’s favourite time to play this game seems to be at night when she’s feeding.
I don’t know how long she lies there staring up at me before I notice she’s not drinking, but for a baby it must feel like eternity…The girls got patience that’s for sure!
But today was the funniest yet, when Ayla was sitting on my lap and I had my head turned talking to Hubby.
I glanced back at the TV for a second and got the fright of my life! Ayla’s whole head was turned around like the exorcist and she was staring at me without moving a muscle.
Her face must have been only centimetres from mine and when I jumped she simply shone her cheeky grin before swiftly turning back to the tellie.