Sunday, 21 September 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Seventy Three Days Old.
Hubby, a friend of his and I went out fishing in the boat today and of course we had Baby Ayla in tow.
Ayla was SUCH a good girl; I can’t express how proud and grateful I am of the beautiful, calm, friendly and content little girl she’s growing in to!
We were out on the water for 7 hours, right through the middle of the day, and Ayla was literally an angel the whole time. She spent the the day sitting up on my chair, chewing on biscuits, chatting away to us and playing with her dolly. And whenever a fish came on board Ayla would get as excited as we were, happily pointing and declaring “fish! fish!” over and over until we threw it back.
Ayla’s awesomeness meant it was the first time since becoming a mum that I’ve actually been able to join in on the fishing action properly, without worrying about her getting into lures, falling over at every wave or eating bait… Mmm yum! Instead, I was confidently able to relax and enjoy being out on the water with my bestie (Hubby) doing what we love, while the person we love most (Ayla) watched over us and cheered on from the sidelines.
As if in thanks for her great behaviour, (in case the perfect weather, calm water and good fish weren’t enough) the “Fish Gods” put on an amazing display of beauty when a pod of dolphins came up to play beside the boat. Ayla stood up on the deck while I held on tight and we watched in awe as the dolphins swam effortlessly beside the boat coming up for breaths of air and riding the bow wave.
We all felt so lucky and happy to be witness to something so naturally beautiful; it was one of those perfect moments that make you feel blessed and thankful and get a sense that maybe you are on the right path afterall and that everything’s going to be ok.
Friday, 1 August 2014: One Year and Four Months Old.
Ayla turned 16 months old today and I thought I’d celebrate by listing all the words she can say.
Apparently, a 16 month old child should be able to say approximately seven words… Ayla says 37.
What is most amazing is that Ayla doesn’t just parrot words she hears, Ayla actually uses these 37 appropriately.
If I was to count all the words Aylw parrots, and all the words and phrases Ayla understands I’d be here until next week, hence why I only chose to record the words she actually uses.
And here they are;
Boos boos (with punching action)
I want (that)
Shh (with actions)
Go (ready, set…)
Clever little sausage!
Thursday, 22 May 2014: One Year and Fifty Two Days Old.
Today marked the second time in a week someone has commented on my flat chest.
Sure, I’d sort of realised that since going back to work my boobs had shrunk a bit, but I didn’t realise it was so noticeable’
Admittedly I’ve had to pack a whole bunch of bras away until such a time as I become pregnant again, but it turns out my decreasing milk supply is also resulting in ill-fitting frocks!
I’m not quite sure how I feel about it to be honest.
I’ve always been proud of my figure, attributing my boobs to being one of my best physical features, so now that they’re almost gone (like, actually gone) I’m definitely disappointed.
I also feel torn between sadness and pride; sad that my boobs are disappearing into oblivion before my eyes, but proud that I’ve been able to use them to sustain a human life, Ayla’s life, for nearly fourteen months.
I’m sad about the change in my figure, but I’m also proud for having lost my baby weight in a healthy, natural way.
And, I’m sad about the loss of my “youth”… The days of squeezing into too tight tops just to see how many second glances I’d get are LONG gone, but I’m proud to have swapped that for a gorgeous baby girl and her adoring father, and proud that I’m proud of that!
Monday, 19 May 2014: One Year and Seven Weeks Old.
I found out today that Ayla has been walking around heaps at day care!
Although I’d know Ayla had taken a few steps last week, when I picked her up today the day care mums greeted me with excited claims that Ayla was now properly walking.
Of course I couldn’t wait to get home and see Ayla out her new skills in action but alas, at home Ayla seems perfectly content on all fours.
Throughout the afternoon and evening Ayla keep standing and clapping, but still no steps.
Then when we went out for a swim before dinner Ayla walked the whole length of the patio holding on to her Daddy’s hand with the biggest smile on her face.
My heart melted and a took a moment to record the memory in my brain forever; a tiny little blonde haired, chubby legged Baby Ayla, holding on tight to get Daddy’s weathered hand, both of them oozing pride and happiness like I’ve never seen before.
Here it is! A clip of Ayla’s first few steps.
Wednesday, 12 April 2014: Three Hundred and Forty Five Days Old.
Ayla learned where her nose is today!
I’ve been trying to teach her for a week or so now but usually she just copies me and points to my nose or pretends she’s pointing at something else.
I think it’s been a little tricky for Ayla to learn because she’s always understood “where is” in terms of things external to her, like The Dog, Cat Cat or Daddy.
But today she finally realised that there’s things different things that make up “Ayla” and she’s learned that her nose is one of them.
It just makes me well with pride when Ayla learns new things like this. I am so proud of her intelligence, her confidence, her ability to adapt, learn and grow.
And what a cute little nose it is! Who wouldn’t want to know where it is?!
I can’t wait to pretend I’ve pulled it offer her face though, in that game where you pretend the tip of your thumb is someone’s nose!
I think Ayla will love it but I’ll give it a couple of weeks before I try it I think… don’t want her to think her nose has gone just days after she found it!
PS – if you think Ayla’s adorable please vote for her in the Bonds Babies Search, Australia’s biggest baby photo comp!
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Sunday, 22 December 2013: Two Hundred and Sixty Five Days Old.
I’m still a bit under the weather and can’t think straight to save myself, so I’m handing An Ayla A Day over to a guest blogger for the night; Hubby.
It is with great pleasure that I, Daddy, can tell everyone that Ayla is at the stage when she knows who her two best friends in the whole wide world are.
When both Ayla’s arms extend to full reach for either one of us it’s pure love and one of the greatest feelings I have ever had.
It is these little things that when we look back later on in life we realise that they were the biggest things of all.
Wednesday, 24 September 2013: One Hundred and Seventy Seven Days Old.
Ayla is so special, she amazes me every day but today in particular she made me so proud and thankful.
Y’see, Ayla’s all better and she has even more smiles and bigger cuddles than before she got sick.
It’s kinda like she’s returned from the dark side with a new lease on life!
And with each smile, cheeky glance and funny antic, Ayla managed to make me feel a little bit better.
I’m still crook, but Ayla has been a beautiful breath of fresh air and happiness that’s made me so grateful for every tiny moment I get with her.
Saturday, 21 September 2013: One Hundred and Seventy Three Days Old.
I love how Baby Ayla is so chilled out and friendly.
For the past week Ayla’s happily watched on as Hubby and I got stuck into finishing our new driveway, without so much as a peep about being stuck in her high chair and restrained to the sidelines.
And tonight Ayla was happy to chill with her Aunty Chrissie and watch some footy while Hubby and I went out for a few drinks with friends.
I was so proud when I popped back to see Ayla at bedtime and give her a feed… She was tucked up in her cocoon on Chrissies lap, placid and peaceful and so relaxed, just like a big girl who was taking it all in her stride.
Wednesday, 31 July; One Hundred and Twenty Days Old .
Ayla’s strong enough to be carried as a “baby on the hip” now, and I love it!
She’s like a little koala, clinging to her mummy as we walk around the house our wander around outside.
Ayla loves being on my hip too, I think. She seems to get the best of both worlds; the closeness of a mummy cuddle, and the independence of height and visibility!
Most times, Ayla’s little hand wraps itself in my clothes and she hangs on tight while her knees dig in to my sides like a jockey.
I think it’s just the cutest thing and it makes me so proud 🙂