Tyla was 4 months last week adn already you can see the little helpless baby sliping away. I know it sounds melodramatic, but I've seen how quickly my two boys have grown, and I often get tears in my eyes because I know she is my last baby. I would quite happily keep her like this with me for some time yet, I am loate to let her get big. In a few months time she will crawling, then walking and I won't be able to just keep her in the middle of my bed where I can protect her forever.
We were at the paed today, both my babies are sick. Tyla has Roselea (sp?) and her body is covered in a nasty red rash. Seems that Aaron might have brought home a viral infection from the nursery school and the poor babies are really miserable. Aaron is vomiting and feverish and Tyla is crying, hardly drinking her bottle, and is extremely clammy. When she cries, I cry. This was a very rare pic taken with Aaron and Tyla together. Every now and then he decides to give her a verocious hug and nearly squeezes all her insides out, but I know he likes having her around, even if he pretends not to.
This picture was taken on Saturday on our way to a party. Tyla's first birthday party but she was a bit miserable. I love this dress, it was given to her by Tanya and Isabella and I am just sorry that it is now heading into winter, I would have this dress on her every day if I could. I need to get a better pic of it.
