Angry face


Thursday, 2 May 2014: One Year, One Month and One Day Old.

Ayla has an “angry face” and she ain’t afraid to use it!!

I don’t think it helps that I laugh every time she makes her angry face though, but it’s just so darn cute!

The funniest thing about it is that Ayla actually uses her angry face at opportune times, for example this photo was take after I tried to feed her dinner when she was full.

Ayla’s makes her angry face by curling up her top lip, baring her teeth, jutting out her bottom jaw and narrowing her eyes.

To me it looks sort of like a growl except without the noise.

I have no idea where Ayla learned her angry face but I’m blaming Hubby.

Not because Hubby gets angry but because he’s cheeky and we all know apples don’t fall far from their trees!


Cute. Happy. Placid.


Friday, 22 November 2013: Two Hundred and Thirty SIx Days Old.

The top three words used by people to describe Baby Ayla are;

1. Cute

2. Happy

3. Placid

It’s an interesting but fantastic combination (if you ask me) which was confirmed when I took Ayla into my work for lunch today.

The foyer was a constant stream of people, and it felt like nearly every one stopped to say hello to me and “awwww” to Ayla.

Although her eyes were hanging out of her head with tiredness, Ayla was just as adorable as ever and she made most people to go weak at the knees!
AKA: Cute.

Ayla also gave her smiles freely, as usual, and she kept smiling as she was passed around between all sorts of people who couldn’t help but have a cuddle.
AKA: Happy.

And amidst all the new faces, strange hugs, noise and commotion, Ayla was relaxed and calm the whole time, taking it all in with wonder.
AKA: Placid.

I’m so lucky to have such an awesome, wonderful little girl. I am so proud of her for being great!



Do it herself


Wednesday, 23 October; Two Hundred and Five Days Old.

Ayla’s going to be one of those kids who always wants to do it herself.

Like with food, for example; Ayla loves food but she won’t eat it unless she can hold it herself.

I think that’s why she’s gone off puréed baby foods – because I won’t let her hold the spoon for fear of flying blobs of mashed pumpkin.

And it’s becoming the same with toys too.

If I try to give Ayla a toy she won’t take it, but if I put it down nearby she’ll reach and squirm until she can grab it herself.

I’ve also noticed that anything I have suddenly becomes Ayla’s strongest desire – my wallet, keys, coffee – if it’s in my hands Ayla will drop what’s in hers in an attempt to get at it.

I’m so amazed and overwhelmed at her independence, her will, her attitude.

Ayla’s full of personality and its growing every day, right before my eyes.