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Downhill

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Saturday, 9 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Thirty One Days Old.

Ayla started going downhill today… For fun!

What th’?! I hear you say, but don’t worry, I mean that Ayla learned to run downhill this after while our little family were out in the yard pottering around.

I has completely forgotten how fun it was to run downhill as a kid until I saw Ayla do it by accident, pause, laugh, and go straight back to the top to try it again… This time whilst saying “yay” and holding her arms in the air.

Mind you, I shouldn’t really call it a hill, it’s more like a mound of dirt with grass on it, tucked away in a back corner of the yard.

But to Ayla it probably felt like Everest as her little legs got faster with each step closer to the bottom they took her and her little belly poked out front as if gravity was calling her.

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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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Angry face

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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!

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A new kind of smile

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Saturday, 12 April 2014: One Year, One Week and Four Days Old.

Ayla has perfected a new kind of smile!

Until recently Ayla had only one smile, the “full-on, wide-mouthed toothy grin” that she flashed at every opportunity.

Now however Ayla has a new smile, which I refer to as her “sly” cheeky smile.

This new smile has added a whole new dimension to Ayla’s personality, and I can see I’m going to have my work cut out for me with not one, but TWO cheeky jokers in the house.

The new smile goes like this;

Ayla presses her lips together and lets them curl up ever so slightly at the edges so that sometimes it looks a little bit lopsided.

Then Ayla tilts her head down and away, glancing back with her eyes as if what I’m doing is funny but too dorky for her to smile at!

It actually makes me feel embarrassed and gets a laugh every time… How can a one year old know about sarcasm!

I almost expect Ayla to roll her eyes and say “ohhhh Muummmm!” with a subtle chuckle, but I guess there’s still plenty of time for that!

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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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Playtime

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Wednesday, 7 July 2013: One Hundred and Twenty Eight Days Old

Playtime with Ayla is starting to become so much fun!

Now that Ayla can grab and hold her toys, she’s much more interested in what they do, how they sound, and how they feel and taste.

This means I get to squeak, rattle and honk my way through the day much to Baby Ayla’s delight and amusement.

Ayla’s also starting to love it when I tell her stories, especially the one about the three little piggies and the big bad wolf who huffs, and puffs, and blows their houses down.

I love watching Ayla’s face as I switch between voices and wave my hands about to act out important “scenes”.

More often than not Ayla lets out a chuckle at the chinny-chin-chin part, which for her means a giant smile and a “haha” noise that makes her shoulders shrug with each syllable (sorry if I didn’t explain that too well, but trust me; it’s cute!!)