Sunday, 2 February 2014: Three Hundred and Eight Days Old.
Ayla and I headed to Byron Bay with her Grandad today where we meandered our way along aisles and aisles of creatively crafty market stalls.
I have never been very interested in shopping, let alone actually buying things, but today I found myself tempted by so many gorgeous baby girl things that I hardly knew myself!
Crafty people seem to know the “mothers of daughters” target market too well and I assume it’s strategy that has them putting the cutest little dresses, the prettiest flower garlands and pinkest miniature sunhats on display at the front of their stalls.
I can only imagine how much harder it,s going to be to say “no” when Ayla can walk and talk and beg me into buying her things she certainly doesn’t need but both of us desperately want!
But I was proud of my resistance today and after returning to the car with just two tops and a dress I was pleased to know that those few items will surely be the source of many an “awwwww” when we go home.
Sunday, 12 January 2013: Two Hundred and Eighty Six Days Old.
Ayla and I had a lovely morning today, hanging out like a couple of best friends with not a care in the world.
Hubby had left early to go fishing, so when Ayla and I woke up we had the house to ourselves and a good few hours to fill in.
I had a craving for crepes and before I could think twice and talk myself out of it I dressed Ayla in one of her Christmas dresses from Grandad and we set off for the markets.
The markets were no where near as busy as usual so Ayla and I were able to kick back untroubled in the shade with a coffee and our breakfasts and watch the world go by.
When we got home I was keen to pot a new plant I’d bought (my first ever self-purchased market plant!) and Ayla was keen to finish off her prawn toast!
While I pottered around in the garden Ayla played happily by my side, sharing her toast with The Dog, inspecting fallen sticks, and munching on dead leaves until she was covered from head to toe in dirt, dust and sesame seeds.
The day was starting to heat up so to cool Ayla off and clean her up I set up her baby bath under the patio and let her splash and play for nearly an hour while I relaxed beside her and read the paper; it was relaxing, wholesome and fulfilling, and something I haven’t done in a very long time.