Saturday, 9 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Thirty One Days Old.
Ayla started going downhill today… For fun!
What th’?! I hear you say, but don’t worry, I mean that Ayla learned to run downhill this after while our little family were out in the yard pottering around.
I has completely forgotten how fun it was to run downhill as a kid until I saw Ayla do it by accident, pause, laugh, and go straight back to the top to try it again… This time whilst saying “yay” and holding her arms in the air.
Mind you, I shouldn’t really call it a hill, it’s more like a mound of dirt with grass on it, tucked away in a back corner of the yard.
But to Ayla it probably felt like Everest as her little legs got faster with each step closer to the bottom they took her and her little belly poked out front as if gravity was calling her.
Tuesday, 21 January 2014: Two Hundred and Ninety Five Days Old.
Baby Ayla discovered a newfound sense of freedom this afternoon, and she wasted no time in making the most of it.
Until today I’ve been relying on Ayla’s naps for the time I need to get stuck into renovation work around home, but this afternoon Ayla was far from interested in napping.
Plus, the cool overcast weather left behind by the recent monsoon had created the perfect opportunity for some overdue gardening and presented me an opportunity I didn’t want to give up.
So for the first time I took Ayla and her walker outside, shut the front gate and let my baby girl go nuts in the driveway.
Not surprisingly, Ayla headed straight for the road (hence why I shut the gate) and although it appeared like she was on a mission to escape it could simply have been the downward slope of the driveway proved a slightly easier angle for her little legs to practice on.
But before long Ayla fine tuned the muscles she needed for going uphill and she was off… away and running. In every direction.
Ayla ran over to The Dog. She came flying past me digging up weeds in the garden. She shot back down to the gate when a neighbour walked past, and she tried making friends with next door’s dog through the fence.
The whole time she was running about Ayla had a big joyous grin in her face, her mouth and eyes were open wide and her head seemed like it was on a swivel as it turned around every which way to look for the source of each noise and every breath of wind.
I loved it. Not only because I could see Ayla absorbing so much about the world, and not just because seeing her so happy and excited makes my heart feel like bursting, but because it meant she and I now have a whole new spectrum of things to do together – outdoors.
Thursday 29 August 2013: One Hundred and Fifty Days Old.
Ayla loves being outside.
If we’ve spent most of the day in doors, by around 4pm Ayla starts to get grumpy.
Today, she just wasn’t happy with any toy I gave her and she cracked it with every place I put her.
So after a while we went outside and I laid her on a towel on the grass.
Ayla was so happy! She even started giggling when the breeze picked up and blew across her bare skin.
I spent ages twirling a blade of grass in front of her and Ayla was mesmerised as if it was the most beautiful thing in the whole world.
And when the birds flew overhead Ayla would strain her neck to watch them, if only for a moment more.