Eighteen Little Months – one big pain

by | Oct 20, 2013 | Little Daughter, Little Lady, Little Months, MOTHERHOOD | 6 comments

You know how I’ve been all glowy and gushing about my baby
daughter? You know how no matter how much she refuses to sleep through the
night or plans to breastfeed into middle age that I’ve loved her face off?

Yes, I have loved her unconditionally.


18 months

See this face? This is the face of the baby that will kill
me. Plenty (two) have tried before her but she will be the one. And oh, the
irony of that. This much longed for daughter laying me to waste.

We all knew it was coming.

My mother hoped it was coming.

But we all thought it was another ten years off at least.

No, this ridiculously adorable baby is driving me to

The climbing.

The crying.

The whingeing.

The non-speaking of any actuals words….ing.

Harlow Rose is a 24/7 pain in my arse.


But look at that face! I can’t stand it.

I wuv her!

18 Months Old

Eighteen months old. Halfway to two.

Attitude: Check!

Cutes: Check!

It’s the combo of doom.

She’ll stand at the back door and cry (or make this weird
ehhhgh, ehhhgh, ehhhgh kind of cry/groan sound) until I let her into the back yard.
Then she’ll stand at the swings and do the same thing.

Why so needy, baby?

She wants what she wants but has no words to tell me. There
was a time when “Eee! Eee! La? La?” meant ‘gimme’ but now it’s just ‘eh’ and
pointing. I can’t decide whether it's adorable or annoying.

She likes to shake her drink bottle upside down and then she’ll
“eh eh” me until I give her a paper towel to clean up the water on the floor.
She seems very proud of her helpful ways. I want to explain to her that it’s
not really helping if she makes the mess on purpose but I suspect she will not
be listening to me.

Baths – Yes!

Changing nappy – No!

Eating – Which way is the wind blowing? Maybe!

All I know is, I can not read Iggle Piggle’s Lost Blanket to
this kid one more time. I can’t do it.

Concentration Face

Okay. I’ll do it.

That face!


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. Mummalove

    Maybe she’s just doing all the annoying stuff now, so she’s super wonderful and angelic when she’s 2-3… fingers crossed 😉 Good luck with Iggle Piggle. It’s the Green Sheep for us! x (PS. Thank you for your beautiful card. Lovely of you to think of us xx)

  2. Vicki @ Knocked Up & Abroad

    I cannot believe that cutie face is 18 months old!??! Seriously? I’ve been warned about daughters. As much as I’ve wanted one… I’ve heard boys can be kinder to mothers.
    Bloody Iggle Piggles Blanket…drilled to death in our household too. Gah….

  3. Kerri

    This all sounds a little too familiar…….it doesnt get any easier. My girl (4), cute as a button, cant stop looking at her, kissing her and dont get me started on her cute tooshie…….but oh the battles, the despair, the frustration……and yet at the end of another exhausting day, I can barely tear myself away from watching her sleep. She is the most devine thing and I am the luckiest mummy ever 🙂

  4. Zanni Louise

    She is a bit too adorable…Remember, cheeky kids make the best adults 🙂 xx

  5. Kate

    Girls will be the death of us mums. But I wouldn’t change a thing 🙂

  6. Madeleine

    Oh my goodness, she’s a cutie! The looks of Luca, and – I’m guessing – the personality to reckon with Ziggy. Look out world!


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