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Sunday morning

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Sunday, 15 December 2013: Two Hundred and Fifty Eight Days Old.

Sunday morning is the most special time of the week for us.

When Ayla wakes up, Hubby lets me lie in bed for a few moments longer and goes to get Ayla up.

While I listen through the monitor, Hubby and Ayla chat away while he changes her nappy and gives her cuddles.

Then he brings her to our room.

As soon as Ayla sees me from the doorway a giant smile spreads across her face and she reaches out for me with both hands.

Hubby brings her into bed and Ayla tucks in under the covers, her Daddy on one side and her Mummy on the other.

I think if there was a way to measure the amount of love in a room, our would be off the charts.

With sleepy eyes, no rush to get up and certainly no place we’d rather be, the three of us share stories of our dreams and plans and wait for our rumbling tummies to drive us up and out to face the day.

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Rolling around

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Wednesday, 11 December 2013: Two Hundred and Fifty Four Days Old.

Ayla is rolling around, squirming and wriggling full on now.

It’s super cute, and its been making things easier too because now Ayla’s able to move around enough to keep herself occupied but not so much that she’s technically “mobile”.

Like this morning. I heard a tiny peep of a noise come through the monitor so I knew Ayla was awake.

But for the next 30 minutes I didn’t hear another sound.

I thought that maybe Ayla had gone back to sleep but decided to check on her anyway.

When I pushed the monitor, up came an image of Baby Ayla waving a stuffed toy in the air with a massive grin on her face.

All around Ayla lay evidence of the super fun half-an-hour she’d just had with every single one of her teddies out of place and in awkward positions around the cot.

As I watched through the infra-red, Ayla started rolling around her cot with the toy (a green and rainbow monkey from her Aunty Brooke).

Ayla rolled from her front to her back and around in a circle like a clock, wriggling, squirming and having a ball before she finally decided she’d had enough and was ready to get up for the day.