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!
Saturday, 21 June 2014: One Year and Eighty Two Days Old.
Ayla learned to “cheers” tonight, and it took about 2.38 seconds.
It’s AMAZING how quickly Ayla learns.
It’s CRAZY how much Ayla understands.
I NEVER realised that such a tiny, innocent, vulnerable, beautiful little creature could look at something once, for the first time, and piece together it’s history, it’s purpose, it’s connotations and it’s value within seconds.
It’s like a couple of days ago when Ayla brought two different shoes to me and I asked her to go back and pick out the matching partner instead of odd sorts.
I didn’t even think Ayla would listen, let alone understand, but she toddled off back into her bedroom and emerged with the left pink sparkly sandal that matched the right I had in my hand.
So I suppose it isn’t surprising that when I clinked my glass to Ayla’s water bottle and said “cheers” Ayla repeated the action with words and all, straight away.
People say children are sponges but to me, “sponge”is an understatement and I don’t ever think I’ll be able to comprehend how amazing Ayla is.
Saturday, 14 September 2013: One Hundred and Sixty Six Days Old.
Quote: “You old people know nothing. You old people don’t see. Finn knows everything about the world and I can feel myself forgetting.”
Those are the words of a three year old girl, spoken to her mum about her newborn baby brother.
When I heard that today it sent shivers up my spine and sent my skin into waves of goosebumps.
To me, it made perfect sense.
I have no doubt that as children we’re born with something special – something extra – that we seem to lose touch with over time.
So what causes us to lose that innate insight and wisdom that we’re born with, only to find it again (if we’re lucky) in time for our final dying days?
Is there a way for me nurture Ayla’s “something extra” so that she’ll always have her true authenticity?
Or, is Ayla here to teach me? To help me learn that it’s never to late to remember myself, to value the now, to be present and give thanks.
Sunday, 28 July 2013: One Hundred and Sixteen Days Old
I found myself giving words of mummy wisdom today!
And, for the first time, I finally found myself feeling like a mum… An actual MUM.
Hubby and I have some friends staying with us for a couple of weeks and they’re set to become parents for the very first time!
So while the boys were out fishing today we girls had a chance to catch up.
Of course the conversation eventually turned to babies (but not before property, family and fashion) and I was able to impart my knowledge on all things newborn – from poo, to clothes, to sleeping.
It was a conversation I never imagined myself being able to have but it was one I’d glady embark on again… I’m so excited to share motherhood with my bestie, who would have thought?!