A day at the races

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Monday, 5 August 2013: Eighteen Weeks Old.

It was Cup Day today so we took Baby Ayla to the track for a day at the races.

Neither Hubby nor I are big gamblers, or even avid horse racing enthusiasts for that matter, but Cup Day in our city makes for one of the best days of the year built on friends, fashion and a flutter (or two).

I donned Ayla in a gorgeous pink frock and matching fascinator, packed a picnic and off we went.

Ayla drew heaps of attention from people all day, most of them suggesting she’d be in the running to win Fashions on the Field (Hubby did enquire whether we could enter her but apparently you need to be at least 18 years old so she’ll just have to wait ’til 2032!)

Ayla was so admired that she even made it on to TV! I’ll try and get the clip from the 6pm news and post it here for you.

Although the crowd and atmosphere would have been overwhelming, Ayla was calm and relaxed all day. She even napped in her pram for a few hours much to mummy’s delight!

I am so, so proud of Ayla and so thankful she’s the wonderful cruisy kid she is.

Ayla makes it easy for me to be her mum and I’m so lucky to call her my daughter.


Without a Hitch

Sunday, 23 June 2013: Eighty-Three Days Old.

We arrived without a hitch – Ayla literally slept the whole flight – but I completely forgot to get the nappy bag off the conveyer belt!

After spending 10 mins trying to get off the motorway and turn around we made it back to the terminal just before the last remaining bags were taken to lost property.

THEN it went without a hitch.
Until bedtime.

I didn’t bring the portacot (going to buy one down here tomorrow) so I jam packed the baby bath full of blankets and tucked Ayla in.

But she wouldn’t settle! It’s taken me nearly an hour to get her down which is very unlike her, and now I feel like my eyes are hanging out of my head.

Not sure if its wind, the cooler weather or if she actually knows she’s sleeping in a bath but I hope tomorrow is easier!



Wednesday, 19 June 2013: Seventy-Nine Days Old.

Today is my birthday… But it was different to all the birthdays before because now I fully get what the “birth” bit means!

I almost felt selfish celebrating… it was my mum who brought me into the world nearly 30 years ago, she went through the pain, and joy, and she remembers the day, not me.

To me it’s a day that signifies another year older, some presents, and maybe a party but now I know it’s so much more than that.

Regardless, I still had a great day and felt very loved. I received some wonderful messages from my friends and family and Ian even organised a surprise night out which was heaps of fun and long overdue 🙂


Daddy’s Girl

Monday, 16 June 2013: Eleven Weeks Old.

I think Ayla’s going to be a Daddy’s Girl.

She’s definitely her father ‘s daughter… That’s for sure!

Just check out the collage above – I snapped four quick piccies tonight and in all four of then Hubby and Ayla had the exact same expression on their faces!

… Lucky her eyes are blue 😉



Monday, 10 June 2013: Ten Weeks Old.

I give Ayla more than 100 kisses a day, I reckon.

When she cries, I kiss her. When she smiles, I kiss her. When she’s watching me, I kiss her. When she’s snuggling into Daddy, I kiss her.

Life is short, time is precious. I don’t ever want to miss an opportunity to show Ayla how much I love her.

In other news…. We found Cat Cat! She was a few houses away, hiding under a bush. She was hungry, and thirsty and tired, but alive and injury-free!



Saturday, 1 June 2013; Two Months Old.

I don’t know if it was the fresh sea air, the exciting new scenery, or just good luck, but Ayla is an absolute champion camper.

Ayla was calm, happy and adaptable and took the whole trip in her stride. She even went 9.5hrs between feeds over night!

Ayla doesn’t normally cry or whinge anyway, and she didn’t let a new environment change that one little bit.

In fact, she was such low maintenance and no fuss, we’ve decided to let her come along next time too 😉



Friday, 31 May 2012: Sixty Days Old.

Up early at 5am, Hubby and I made our final preparations with a well-oiled precision that comes only with practice. At 5.50am we popped a sleeping Baby Ayla in the car with us and headed off on our first family camping trip.

Hubby and I have always loved jumping in a 4wd and heading off on a fishing/camping adventure, but doing it with our beautiful daughter is better than all those times put together!

I’m pleased and surprised that the trip itself wasn’t really any harder to plan and we haven’t brought much more stuff, but that could be on account of the fact we are staying at our beach shack.

The shack has aircons and fans, a stove, kettle, queen sized beds and a shower so although its still far from “glamping” it beats pitching a tent in the longrass.

Of course we brought the boat, and two great friends have come with us too.

While they’re out catching fresh fish and mud crabs for tea I’m kicking back on a futon in the shade next to Ayla, thinking this is about as good as it gets 🙂



Thursday, 30 May 2013: Fifty-Nine Days Old.

Ayla’s a girl alright…. She like shoes!

Today I finally got some time to sort through the many bags of new and second-hand baby girl clothes given to me by friends over the last couple of months.

It was great fun! I propped Ayla up in her little bouncer and away we went, sorting through little dresses, shorts, shirts, overalls, jumpers, jackets and tiny baby jeans, one by one.

Ayla watched intently for nearly an hour, happy to give her opinion on any item I held up.

But it was when I put tiny little shoes on her that she really got excited and gave me a grin that would melt the polar ice caps.



Monday, 27 May 2013: Eight Weeks Old.

When Ayla woke up this morning she looked different… older. And as the day went on I noticed she was acting older too.

Her neck is stronger, she’s started grabbing at her hands and she’s blowing bubbles.

It’s also obvious that Ayla is ticklish. Very ticklish. Her belly, underarms, feet; everywhere seems to tickle!

Ayla also spent hours smiling and laughing at her toys and by the end of the day she’d worked out that wiggling like a worm-possessed made them shake!


She’s so Cute!

Friday, 24 May 2013: Fifty-Three Days Old.

If Hubby and I had $1 for every time we’ve said “she’s sooo cute!” we’d have our house paid off by now.

Everything Ayla does, even sleeping, just completely melts out heart and we are left in awe of her.

It’s hard to believe we created such a perfect, gorgeous little person.

‘Cute’ just doesn’t cut it.