Stuff, lately….

by | Oct 10, 2011 | Little Angie, Little Life, Little Nothings | 6 comments

Here We Go Again

I know what you're thinking. I do.

You're thinking, "Oh shit, now that The Little Mumma is knocked up, all we're going to hear about is constipation and swollen ankles. Borrrr-ing!"

And okay, it's true, I have been backed up like a motherfucker. No shit. Literally.

But I never get the swollen ankle bit. Oh, except after my caesar with LD – my legs blew up like blimps. Freaky.

Anyway, yes, being knocked up is almost certainly first and foremost on my mind. Not least of which because I have been sick like dog (please read the Italics with a Russian accent for full effect).

But I totally have other things going on.

For instance this –

Off My Tits
Actually, this is a thing I don't have going on. Not anymore. 

I have a fully weaned baby. Finally. And yes, the above photo is bloody adorable but if you're asking me if I miss it the answer is no – on account of the fact Zee had a light beard coming in that was starting to irritate my skin. True story? No, Zee is not shaving just yet but I tells ya, this baby I'm currently baking is being weaned at 12 months on the dot. I am cutting that sucker (sucker!) off. 12 months -BAM! You're outta here.

And in unrelated but equally thrilling news, I bought a Collette Dinnigan dress for an upcoming wedding. It was $395. I paid $79.95. Also, it's an extra small that I can still fit my little tum into which means I can wear it post-preggo, too. Tra la la.

And also, a warning. When you leave your children and their father home alone while you gallivant around town (read: attend an antenatal check-up), this will happen:

Daddy Fail
Daddy had begun to clean it when I ordered a halt so that I might take photographic evidence. Handy hint: it takes metho to clean black texta off a varnished table. Which means once you're finished scrubbing, you can pour yourself a nice glass with orange juice and call it a damn party! 

And finally, I turned 35 years old. Not by choice though. The cruel hand of time has it's way with me each and every year. In my defense and because my vanity knows no bounds, I posted this photo on Facebook defying my friends and family to deny that mine was still the face of a child. And now, I defy you to do same….

Face o' Child


That's all the news that's fit to print, loves. And also, it's 12 past 9 which means I am actually unconcious while typing this.



Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. Jane

    How oh how do you look so dewey gorgeous girl !

  2. KD

    PMSL at the table! I have the same situation here almost every time Daddy’s left alone with the kids! Must only be Mums with eyes in the back of their heads heehee.

  3. Melissa

    Are you sure that wasn’t my spouse disguised as B, minding the kids for you? Nah, you would have known because your fridge would have been cleaned out.

    Yay for the dress and yay for turning 35! The 30s are good times and I personally think most women never look better than in those years.

  4. Melissa

    Oh I hope you know that by “cleaned out” I meant “of food”. Just had to clear that up.

  5. MJ

    See, if that was me raising my eyebrows for a self portrait, I’d have looked like a a before shot for a Botox ad. You look all glowy and so pretty.

    And yay for the weaning – I know how badly you wanted it to happen. Make the most of the next six months of having your girls back to yourself! x

  6. Mrs Karen T

    Ah, little mumma, you are a bloody gorgeous 35 year old and bloody funny woman! Congrats on your news!!


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