A day in my life

by Lyla May McDonald

When I wake up in the morning I’m always very happy. I like to smile at everyone, even when they’re still half asleep.

I like to get active immediately. This involves rolling over, which seems to wake everyone up, like they’re worried I’m going to hurl myself over the edge of the bed or something.

On our holiday my dad has been carrying me up to the restaurant on the hill for breakfast in the morning.

I like to have a lime juice on the rocks.

But I have to be careful. If I have too many it’s easy to roll off the lounge.

On the way back down the hill we usually check out the surf.

Dad reads to me a lot.

He also tries to show me my face in the mirror but I think he’s really just looking at himself.

Mum likes to put light clothes over my face then quickly take them away. This makes me giggle. But then she keeps doing it and doing it and I try to look interested to keep her happy but it just gets boring.

Sometimes I like to spit up. That’s just so I can change my clothes, because I’ve got so many great outfits and I like to show them off.

This is the view I’ve been showing a lot now that I can roll over and stick my head in the air.

I like to walk all over my dad when I can. He says this is only going to get worse later on.

I like to sit on the veranda outside so I can see the cows in the field.

This is Dad trying to make me go to sleep in the evening. I don’t think he understands that if I don’t want to go to sleep, it doesn’t matter what he tries to do, I’m not going to go to sleep.

The next morning, I’m ready to smile all over again.