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Filthy

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Saturday, 7 June 2014: One Years and Sixty Seven Days Old.

Ayla has never been more dirty in her life than what she was today… filthy.

No photo would do it justice; Ayla had red dirt in her hair, mud smeared on her face, her arms were sticky with a combination of mozzie repellant and dust, her feet were black and her hands were sandy and her nappy had tiny stones in it.

Mind you, the amount of fun Ayla had to get that dirty far outweighed the filth, and I loved seeing her enjoy the dirt as much as it enjoyed her!

As soon as we put the tent up and Ayla down, Ayla started picking up handfuls of dirt and carrying it into the tent to throw it on the floor.

After tiring of that game Ayla started drizzling dirt in her hair and along her arms, and she was completely unperturbed when her little friend Charlie and the girl from the campsite beside us decided to try and bury Ayla’s legs with tiny pebbles.

Thankfully, Ayla was too busy learning about the feel and general uses for dirt that she didn’t eat any of it, intentionally at least.

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Hairy interesting

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Friday, 7 March 2014: Three Hundred and Forty Days Old.

Ayla had a hairy interesting day today. No typo there, I mean hairy.

It started this morning at music class when Ayla made friends with a little girl who was about two years old.

The new little “friend” was standing above Ayla gently patting her soft blonde fuzz, then suddenly decided to grab two handfuls and pull – hard.

The “friend” was pulling so hard that she involuntarily started biting her bottom lip, all while my poor baby Ayla was having her hair wrenched from its roots.

Needless to say it ended in tears and although the “friend” seemed remorseful when her Daddy brought her back to apologise Ayla’s heart was broken and she wanted no bar of it.

That was hair incident number one.

Hair incident number two happened at home during Ayla’s lunch.

I was briefly distracted by my own lunch while Ayla ate hers and when I glanced back to check she was ok I caught my darling daughter rubbing food into her hair.

Ayla’s usually silky soft locks were sticking out in strange directions and I could see clumps of food flapping about in the tangle.

Of course, lunch today included peanut butter, cheese and tuna and all three of those delightful ingredients were squished into Ayla’s hair.

That was hair incident number two.

Hair incident number three (also known as hair incident 2b) was a direct result of the lunch-in-hair situation…

After giving Ayla’s hair the best wash of its life after lunch, it was the fluffiest and wildest it’s ever been.

Ayla’s ‘do was so outrageous that when we were at Bunnings this afternoon a stranger waiting beside me at the paint counter suggested I tip Ayla upside down and use her as a paintbrush!

Ayla laughed… Poor bubba, if she only knew!

PS – if you haven’t already, please vote Ayla as the cutest baby in Australia and help her win a People’s Choice Award in the Bonds Australia Baby Photo Comp…. Thanks in advance!

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Blue

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Monday, 3 March 2014: Forty Eight Weeks Old.

Food colouring isn’t bad for kids… is it?

A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that I should colour some bits of dried macaroni pasta with food dye so that Ayla can play with different colours which is apparently good for her development.

I was feeling crafty a couple of days ago and made up four colours of pasta, but I quickly realised that Ayla would simply eat the pasta and that the food dye ran very quickly after being in her slobbery gob.

So I packaged it up and made a colourful rattle instead, which has worked just fine considering Ayla loves anything even half musical.

But today Ayla somehow discovered a rogue piece of pasta and she made a right mess of it… and herself!

I had been busy on the computer, and when I turned around I could see blue dye all over the tiles, the toys and all over Ayla.

Ayla was stoked! She could see that her hands, feet and tummy had turned blue and thought it was a great game, then when I took her to the bathroom to try and wash it off Ayla caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and started giggling.

Cheeky monster!

I scrubbed for a bit and removed some of the excess dye but Ayla’s porcelain skin still has a delicate tinge of blue, but hopefully not for long!

 

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Outdoor playtime

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Sunday, 23 February 2014: Two Hundred and Thirty Days Old.

Ayla had her first proper outdoor playtime today and she spent it cruising around eating sticks and leaves, chasing the cat and playing in puddles.

Ayla has of course been outside countless times but this afternoon was the first opportunity she’s had to crawl about where ever she wanted doing what ever took her fancy.

Usually when I’ve taken Ayla outside I’ve sat her on a particular patch of grass and kept a close vigil on her whereabouts or I’ve relegated Ayla to her walker knowing she’d could go past the driveway edges.

Needless to say Ayla loved her newfound freedom and was covered head to toe in dirt, cobwebs, dogs hairs and goodness knows what else in no time.

There’s not doubt I’m coming to terms with the fact that it’s near impossible to keep an immaculately clean and well presented baby all of the time, and to tell you the truth I actually enjoyed seeing Baby Ayla have so much fun getting dirty.

Letting Ayla explore the outdoors also meant that I was free to get stuck into the gardening, so long as I kept one watchful eye on Ayla of course!

And, because I we’re to lucky enough to live in the tropics, I knew that no matter how sweaty and dirty we got a quick wash down with was waiting for us at the end!

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Vampire

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Friday, 24 January 2014: Two Hundred and Ninety Eight Days Old.

I’ve decided that for next Halloween Ayla should dress up as a vampire because she looks so cute with blood all over her face.

Now don’t be alarmed, she didn’t get an injury or anything, and to tell you the truth it wasn’t even really blood, but there’s no denying she can pull it off right?

It’s raspberry juice.

Now that Ayla is properly eating food (instead of just making a mess with it) but she’s hungry all the time!

So today while I was baking piklets for Ayla and she was constantly under my feet, ramming my already bruised ankles with her walker, I had an idea to put some frozen raspberries in her food net to see if that would keep her quiet.

It did, and it also resulted in everything turning a lovely shade of pink, including her hair.

Ayla had a ball, she must’ve loved the cool fruits on her sore gums and the tart tastiness of the berries, not to mention the truly spectacular mess!

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Daddy-Daughter time

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Monday, 6 January 2014: Forty Weeks Old.

Ayla enjoyed lots of quality Daddy-Daughter time today.

I spent the day sick in bed, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, with Hubby bringing Ayla in to see me intermittently for food and cuddles.

Between my naps I’d listened to Ayla and her Daddy hanging out, but it wasn’t until I finally surfaced for a doctors appointment that I realised the true extent of their fun.

Our lounge room was littered with toys, there were book on the floor and rubbish on the couch.

There was musical instruments covered in food, bits of scrunched up paper, empty water bottles and TV remotes, all strewn from one end of the room to the other.

And there was one little baby with her face covered in what looked chocolate, and one very proud Daddy, both with big grins on their faces.

Funnily enough, I didn’t mind a bit about the mess… I figured a mess can be cleaned up in a matter if minutes, but the memories made while making the mess last a lifetime.

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Food

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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!