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.
Thursday, 30 January 2014: Three Hundred and Four Days Old.
Ayla and I visited one of my old school friends and her six week old baby boy today.
As we sat around the kitchen table and caught up on old times I found my heart warmed by how easy it was to talk with someone who’s known me so long.
Although my friend and I had fallen out of touch over the years (this was only our third catch up since 2005) it was our two beautiful babies who brought us together.
New life is amazing.
Ayla has changed my world – the way I see it, the way I value it and the way I live it – and it’s clear that Baby James has done the same for my friend.
My friend and I now share not only our history but our futures as well.
And although there’s thousands of kilometres between us our friendship has been refreshed as if we’d moved in next door, and I have my Baby Ayla to thank for it.
Sunday, 21 April 2013: Twenty Days Old.
For the past six days Ayla has enjoyed the company of her Grandma and Great Grandma; that meant four generations of women all together.
It’s been lovely to know Ayla has had this special time with her grannies, and although I’m sure there’ll be many more (and some of them very soon) these early days are so precious and important.
I probably won’t ever know hard it is for my Mum and Grandma to live away from Ayla, especially when she’s so tiny and growing so fast.
But I do know it was awful when we all had to say goodbye (for now) tonight.