Sunday, 3 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Twenty Five Days Old.
Ayla’s learned to cover her ears and shout!
It’s hilarious. Ayla will suddenly slam both hands against each side of her head, cover her ears and yell “ya ya ya” before cracking up into a giggle.
I have no idea where she learned it, maybe from wearing ear muffs while we using power tools on our renovations, but this morning Ayla did it out of the blue.
Ayla’s had a bit of an ear thing going for a while now.
A few months ago I noticed her pinching the tops of her ears with her fingers so I went in to give them a rub for her.
Just like The Dog does, Ayla’s head melted into my hand, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a soft groan.
Ever since then I’ve notice Ayla pinch at her ears when she’s tired, upset or a bit out of sorts, and if she’s in need of a little settling I’ll rub her ears for her.
But the comfort Ayla gets from that was nothing like the laughs she got from hearing her voice change when she covered her ears the morning, then again tonight at tea.
Monday, 21 April 2014: One Year, Two Weeks and Six Days Old.
Last Easter Monday Hubby and I were in a hospital room staring at a tiny hours-old Ayla Rose.
We didn’t think life could be any more perfect and precious than what it was that day, and we could hardly wait to show our baby girl the world.
Today, a little more than a year on, and Hubby and I had yet another wonderful Easter Monday making precious memories with our baby girl.
It’s amazing how life seems so much more meaningful and special now that Ayla is part of it.
A couple of years ago, a morning we spent at the beach like we did today would still have been fun, but it wouldn’t have felt new and exciting.
I guess it’s because having Ayla helps me see things through her eyes, and sometimes it feels like the first time.
Normally I never would have noticed the colour of the sand, the sharpness of the rocks or the temperature of the water like I noticed today.
And while I would have enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my back back then, I doubt I would have felt it nourishing the soul like how it felt today.
I have Ayla to thank fort newfound wisdom, and every day she grows and learns more about the world I do too.
Ayla makes the simplest things special and the oldest things new, the most boring things interesting and the average extraordinary.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014: Two Hundred and Eighty Two Days Old.
Ayla thought it was Christmas all over again when her Aunty Lez and Uncle Cam and their four kids arrived dsto stay with us for a few days.
It was lovely to have our house brimming over with kids.
Ayla and eight-month old Tilly straight away picked up where they’d left off at The Station; playing happily in a puddle of water and eating fallen leaves (mmm….yummy?)
Ayla watched on intently as her older cousins excitedly made themselves at home, and later in the evening as we were all winding down Ayla relaxed on the couch with a book and two year old Billy.
Seeing how much Ayla loves playing with her cousins is slowly making me feel better about putting her in daycare when I go back to work in a few months.
As much as I hate the idea of leaving her, Ayla gets so much stimulation and enjoyment from hanging out with other kids that I know she’ll fit right in.
Sunday 8 September 2013: One Hundred and Sixty One Days Old.
Over the last day or so Ayla’s really started to take an interest in what we’re eating by reaching for, grabbing at and leaning towards our food.
So at lunch today we decided to give her something of her own to eat and that’s when Ayla tried her very first strawberry.
We squeezed it a little first so that the juices seeped out then we put it in her food net and handed it to her.
Not unexpectedly, Ayla loved it!
She sat quietly sucking away while we finished our lunch peacefully, but before long Ayla started to get excited (or developed a sugar high… Not sure which).
Ayla was in Hubby’s lap and she started waving the food net around, banging it furiously on her belly and legs before letting it fling off into the dirt.
The game was over and the strawberry’s number was well and truly up but its legacy lived on in the sticky pink juice it left behind…. In Ayla’s hair, on her skin and all over her nappy – look closer at the photo!