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Reunited

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Wednesday, 10 September 2014; One Year, One Hundred and Sixty Two Days Old.

Ayla was reunited with her Daddy tonight, when he flew down to join us in time for Ayla’s procedure.

Hubby asked that I didn’t say anything to Ayla about picking Daddy up as we headed off to the airport, but I did accidentily mention it to her yesterday and since then every knock at the door or sound upstairs has had Ayla pointing and saying “Daddy?”

We got to the airport early and waited at the gate. Ayla was restless by the time people started disembarking and she was wandering around excitedly, dodging legs and carry on baggage as they hurriedly headed for the baggage collection area.

I saw Hubby well before Ayla did, and he squatted down next to her. Ayla stopped in her tracks and stared at him; studing his face as if to work out whether he was real or not.

Then it clicked. Ayla ran the last two steps towards her Daddy and threw her arms around his neck, refusing to let go. Ayla kept looking back at me, smiling, then patting her Daddy’s face as if to say
“Nawww Mum! Look! Daddy’s actually here!” – so cute.

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Surprise success

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Thursday, 26 December 2013: Two Hundred and Sixty Nine Days Old.

We hit the road at 5.30am this morning, and after 12 hours of driving and 1000 kms, we arrived safe and sound at “The Station*”.

Only three out of the thirty-odd family members knew we were coming so it was great to turn up and still be able to say “surprise!”.

Ayla was wonderful in the car, better than I expected. She cat napped for most of the journey, and when she was awake I just kept changing her toy every hour or so to keep her occupied.

When we arrived I think Ayla was a bit shocked. I can’t recall her ever seeing so many kids in one place, let alone all the eager aunties and uncles just itching to say hello and tickle her chubby cheeks!

But after a bath and a feed Ayla started to get into the swing of things, and before long she was trying her darnedest to squirm out of my arms and into the dirt.

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Surprise

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Tuesday, 14 August 2013: One Hundred and Thirty Three Days Old

Although Ayla surprises me every day some days I manage to surprise myself and today was no exception.

Hubby and I are renovating at home and today we were pouring concrete for our new carport.

Before I knew it, and without even realising, I was holding string line, painting poles and taking heights all with Baby Ayla in my arms.

Then later managed to (somehow) make bacon and egg sandwiches for the boys, which involved buttering toast and flipping eggs, again with Ayla on my hip.

I’m putting these newfound one-handed skills down to two things;

1) Ayla can now sit on my hip and happily hold on, which means carrying her is much easier and less scary than it was in the early days.

2) Ayla loves watching what’s going on and she loves learning new things. So while I’m carrying her around the house I make a point if telling her what I’m doing, counting out loud and explaining things so that simple tasks end up like games crossed with story time.

As a result, it seems that no matter how boring the household chore is Ayla loves it when I’m carry her around.