I love this kid. My mum calls him "Ziggy the Quiet" – please note the sarcasm. Because really, this might be the loudest child in the history of the world. Loud and demanding and rabidly affectionate. Whether you like it or not, he will kiss your face off. Don't bother trying to resist, for what […]
Little Boy
A little piece of almost 7
by Angie Maddison | July 10, 2014 | Little Boy, Little Son, MOTHERHOOD | 0 Comments
At bedtime a few nights back, he read to me. One minute, you're marvelling at how tiny a human fingernail can be and the next, those same fingers, now permanently grubby under the nails, are turning the pages of Mr Worry and your tiny fingernailed baby is reading all the words. Soon enough it will […]
Little Tales: The Close Shave
by Angie Maddison | November 27, 2013 | Little Boy, Little Brothers, Little Tales | 8 Comments
If you must know, I was tooling around on my phone when I should have been watching them. So from that perspective, it is probably my fault. I’m the mother. No doubt future therapy will reveal it was all my fault. But in my defence, I never could have predicted my children would almost […]
6 (Six) VI
by Angie Maddison | August 5, 2013 | Little Boy, Little Celebrations | 5 Comments
The thing is, he's shy…. Every year since his birth, we've had a party. This year, I decided that had to stop. Parties are a big deal – they cost money, they take time to organise. They're exhausting. And it's a very full-on precedent to set that everyone gets a big party every year – […]
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.