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High heels

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Tuesday, 22 July 2014: One Year, One Hundred and Thirteen Days Old.

Ayla got around in my high heels for the first time this morning.

We’ve known Ayla has a shoe addiction for a while now, and while I’ve seen her get around wearing various adults thongs today was the first day she donned a set of heels and strut her stuff.

Ayla was surprisingly stable in the 4inch heels, certainly better than me after a long weekend wearing thongs.

And of course Ayla was super proud of herself, smiling and clapping and cracking it when it was time to go and I had to take the high heels off and put her boring old day care sneakers on.

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Winter woolies

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Monday, 16 June 2014: One Year and Eleven Weeks Old.

Ayla went off to day care wearing her winter woolies today.

It was the coldest morning we’re likely to get all year – 17.4 degrees at 7.30am – and there was no better reason to rug up.

What made the chilly occasion even more special was the fact that only yesterday Hubby and I splurged on a few warm clothes, jumpers, a cardigan, a vest and some jeans for Baby Ayla.

The clothes were intended for our family trip to Melbourne next week, but Ayla got to don her little pink jumper ten days early…. Much to Mumma’s delight!

I don’t think there’s many things cuter than a rugged up baby, and seeing Ayla toddling around in her jumper and skinny jeans this morning melted my heart.

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Piggy tails

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Thursday, 29 May 2014: One Year and Sixty Days Old.

I picked Ayla up today to discover piggy tails in her hair!!

Oh my gosh, it was adorable, and I think it might become Ayla’s customary ‘do.

It made me realise that day care is definitely shaping the person Ayla is becoming.

It’s a good thing, I think. If it weren’t for day care I probably wouldn’t have thought to try a pony tail, let alone piggy tails!

I guess sending Ayla today care is particularly useful because I have no idea or experience with anything child related.

For example I probably wouldn’t have thought to try finger painting with Ayla but apparently she loves it!

As good as day care is though, there’s a part of me, deep down, that is sad I’m not discovering these things on my own.

I would love to have seen Ayla’s face the first time she put her hands in a tub of paint, and it would have been so exciting to realise her hair was finally long enough to style!

But I guess it’s all part and parcel of modern day life. So few people are in a position to stay at home with their kids, and I have to remind myself how lucky I was to have a whole year at home.

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Passion for fashion

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Sunday, 25 May 2014: One Year and Fifty Three Days Old.

Ayla’s developing a passion for fashion and I think the only thing stopping her from walking at home was a pair of sparkly shoes!!

This afternoon Ayla came crawling out of her room a hundred miles an hour dragging a t-shirt that she brought straight to me, handing it over expectedly.

I asked Ayla if she wanted me to help her put the shirt on to which she replied with a shriek and a smile.

I pulled the shirt over her head and buttoned it up at the shoulder; Ayla then stood back and grabbed at it , looking down as if to check that it looked alright!!

Then later this evening Ayla was playing quietly in her room, almost too quietly, so I stuck my head in to check on her.

I saw Ayla sitting on the floor surrounded by shoes, her shoe draw open, and she was trying to put a little pink sandal on her foot.

Ayla caught a glimpse of me and immediately held out the shoe so I could help her with it.

With one shoe on we went looking for the matching other, then when they were both on Ayla held my hands and charged out to the lounge room to show her Daddy.

After a brief parade she took me back into her room and selected a new pair of shoes, which again I helped her put on and she again showed them off to her Dad.

The third pair of shoes were sequinned, sparkly black slippers and Ayla seemed to like them the most.

She was almost running down the hall to show her Dad and when she finally got to him Ayla started stomping her feet, almost as if she was tap dancing with excitement.

Then I let her go.

Ayla walked the whole way down the hall by herself, and then back again.

Then she walked around the lounge to her toys.

It was as if all the encouragement Ayla needed to walk at home was a pair of pretty shoes, which of course is completely understandable… It’s amazing what a gorgeous pair of shoes can achieve 😉

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Ponytail

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Sunday, 18 May 2014: One Year and Forty Nine Days Old.

Ayla’s hair is finally long enough for a tiny ponytail!

Although I’d noticed Ayla’s hair had been getting in her eyes a bit, I hadn’t realised it was long enough to tie in a ponytail until one day this week when I picked Ayla up from day care and discovered her new ‘do.

Now when I say ponytail I really mean a wispy white tuft sticking up on the top of Ayla’s head, bound tightly by one of the smallest elastic hair bands I’ve ever seen!

The day care mums warned me that Ayla would pull her pony, and as soon as I touched it (I couldn’t resist) Ayla, true to form, reached for the tuft and yanked out the band before I could blink.

Ayla’s quick action meant I also managed to lose the hair tie so I could hardly wait to buy some today during our weekly grocery shop.

Within minutes of getting home from Coles I had found and opened the packet of hair ties, and created my own sticky-up tuff of blonde hair on the top of Ayla’s head.

I could hardly contain my excitement at realising we’ve now entered a whole new realm of cuteness where the possibilities are endless; clips, ribbons, elastics, scrunchies even!

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Chopped

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Thursday, 10 October 2013: One Hundred and Ninety Three Days Old.

Well I did it… Today I trimmed the front mullet.

The wispy remnants of Ayla’s birth hair, stuck right smack-bang at the front of her head, have been annoying me for weeks.

Over the last couple of days it had obviously started annoying Ayla too because she was constantly rubbing her face to try and get the hair out of her eyes.

Then at breakfast this morning it became clear that something had to be done – urgently – because the front mullet had started to double as a beard by collecting food at meal times.

So I did what so many people asked me not to, but equally as many prayed I would: I chopped it.

And, while I was at it, I also chopped the last few remaining brown hairs from around Ayla’s head, leaving only the gorgeous, soft, white-blonde fuzz underneath (and the dark brown Chinaman-like band at the back).

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Front Mullet

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Tuesday, 10 September 2013: One Hundred and Sixty One Days Old.

It’s official…. Baby Ayla has a front mullet.

Not to be confused with a regular mullet, the stylish front mullet keeps the boring business stuff at the back thus allowing the front to par-tay all day.

It’s a great hair doo for Ayla because a front mullet can be easily styled to look like a party hat so she’s never unprepared for a good time.

No really, in all seriousness, Ayla’s front mullet has become a bit of a talking point…

She’s had comments from friends, family and even strangers on her not-very-desirable hair doo, but luckily for Ayla she wears it with a special kind of classy cute unrivalled by imitation.

Ayla’s infamous front mullet has evolved since she started losing her “birth” hair a few months ago.

Now, at just five and a bit months old Ayla’s sporting a style more commonly found in Chinese retirement villages, or alone and hunched over in the witchcraft section of the library.

But what exacerbates Ayla’s doo is the colour.

The dark brown locks Ayla was born with are slowly being replaced with white blonde wisps of hair that match her pale skin, so even if new hair has sprouted it’s almost invisible to the naked eye!

But don’t despair! You too can get a front mullet and be just like Baby Ayla! Call your local hairdresser NOW to book an appointment and don’t take no for an answer…