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Pincushion

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Tuesday, 5 August 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Twenty Seven Days Old.

Ayla became a human pincushion today when we took her to get blood tests… Twice.

Ayla had tests done about 10 days ago but she didn’t seem to recognise the situation when Hubby and I took her in this morning.

Ayla was all smiles and oblivion as the needle went in, but her little face quickly twisted in pain and devastation while she sat on Daddy’s lap surrounded by nurses.

The attempt was unsuccessful and we were told to come back later to try again, after making sure Ayla had had plenty of food to eat and water to drink.

So the afternoon rolled around and I was anxious about having to put my baby girl through that again.

We arrived and Ayla remembered her earlier experience, reaching out to me and crying whenever a nurse came to talk to her.

The nurses tried again, unsuccessfully, to find the vein, jabbing my darling girl in her other arm this time, the one that was still bruised from a week and a half ago.

Hubby and I called it quits, deciding it wasn’t worth a third attempt, at least for a while. We felt so guilty and sad for Baby Ayla that we did what all guilty parents do; we spoiled her.

Ayla loves the little lounges at her day care centre, always showing me how she can sit or lie on one all by herself. So in our guilt Hubby and I bought her one, and it’s brightened up our day for all of us.

Ayla LOVES it. She squealed when she walked in the door tonight and saw it, assumably forgetting that she had it.

She spent the next half an hour climbing, lying and sitting all over it, getting toys and sitting them beside her, and throwing other toys down on it to watch them bounce.

I know Ayla probably doesn’t realise that the pretty pink couch is in recognition of her bravery, resilience and forgiveness, but Hubby and I do.

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First Christmas

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Wednesday, 25 December 2013: Two Hundred and Sixty Eight Days Old.

Well, I think it’s safe to say Ayla’s first Christmas was a huge success.

The day started off with a sleep in (I know, awesome!) til 8.30 then Ayla was up and ready to see if Santa had come.

And he had!

Ayla’s stocking was full of little nic-nacs and there were presents oozing out from under the tree, we didn’t know where to start!

I think I even had myself believing in Santa’s magic again, even if just for a moment or two, as I walked Ayla around the tree explaining what had happened overnight.

Ayla is a very lucky girl indeed! From Santa she got a bucket of shaped blocks and a very cool push-along walker toy, and in her stocking was a couple of teething toys, a Schleich Shetland pony, some bubbles and a book about colours.

From her Mummy and Daddy, Ayla got a ladybug bouncing ball, a pop-up book called “Little Tadpoles Big Surprise”, a tambourine drum and a set of crayons with an art pad.

From friends and family Ayla got everything from gorgeous outfits to stuffed animals, from electronic learning toys to books and games.

Ayla even received a pair of genuine Baby Raybans and a beautiful butterfly bracelet engraved with her name.

Although most of our family is interstate, thanks to the wonders of FaceTime we were able to include them in our Christmas morning as they watched Ayla open her gifts.

It was great to know that despite thousands of kilometres they could still share in Ayla first Christmas, and see her face light up as her presents were unwrapped.

But after the gift giving, unwrapping and thanking was over we were off to our neighbours house for a street-party champagne breakfast, complete with bacon and eggs!

The afternoon was spent cleaning up and getting ready to go away on holidays tomorrow, and from evening to night we gorged ourselves leftovers while relaxing the couch with a wine, watching our little Baby Ayla play with her new toys.

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Live wire

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Monday, 30 September 2013: Twenty Six Weeks Old.

My Grandma said she thinks Ayla is going to be “a real live wire”, and I reckon she’s right on the money.

Ayla is into EVERYTHING. Any thing she can grab, kick, lick, lean into or reach for is in danger.

If Ayla’s not part of a conversation, she gets herself into it quick smart by squealing, screeching or “talking” her way to the centre of attention.

If Ayla’s been in the one spot, one room or on the one activity for too long she starts grizzling and squirming and complaining until I move her somewhere new (preferably outside).

Ayla doesn’t like lying down or being on the floor because she can see so much more from up high.

And Ayla doesn’t like going to bed if she thinks she’s missing out on any form of excitement.

We’re going to have our work cut out for us, Hubby and I, but I guess with us as her parents we couldn’t expect anything less!