Little Funny

How My Home Has Changed Since Having Kids: a tale of Pokemon cards and despair

The post-kids house is a very different beast to the pre-kids house. Two people’s stuff has multiplied to five people’s stuff and who knew preschoolers could accumulate SO MUCH STUFF.

Little Tales: The Arse Chair

I noticed immediately that someone had switched my chair. When I sat on it, it felt strange and sort of flat the way an office chair gets over time when too many bums have sat on it – like the cushioning is all but gone. I hate that kind of chair and my regular chair […]

That One Time With Kat Stewart

**Note: this post was written back in 2010 but for some reason, the link to the original post is broken so I'm republishing it here so I can link to it in another post. You can tell it's old because I use phrases like "That's just how The Little Mumma rolls." Five years have passed […]

Bias or Not?

  You know when a parent posts a video on social media saying, "OMG, our little Johnny is sooooo funny! LOL!" and then you watch it and you're like, "Dude, I didn't even laugh once"? Listen, I don't judge. I look back at photos of my newborns who I was certain were THE most beautiful […]

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The Little Daily: A Little Lowbrow

The Little Daily: A Little Lowbrow

  Did it suddenly get serious around here? It feels like it got really serious. I like serious. Sometimes serious is necessary.   Also, I like other things. Other things I like include this;     Yep.  Definitely like that.  But FYI, TITMEN is not an acceptable word. Don't try and play TITMEN on a […]

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The Little Daily: Heaven Sent

The Little Daily: Heaven Sent

So if you're part of my Facebook page hi-jinkery, then you might remember I had an interview at the local Catholic primary school as part of my panicky last-minute painstakingly researched school selection for Luca. I attended the meeting without Bren as the alternative was for all five of us to go – about as sensible […]

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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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