Little Lady

Two, too soon: a little post about Little Lady

In just over a week’s time, this little clown will turn two. Two years old. As in, not a newborn anymore. And maybe not even a baby? Is 2 still technically babyhood? I know she’s a toddler but through my eyes, Harlow is still very much a baby. I don’t spend a lot of time […]

Eighteen Little Months – one big pain

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. UNTIL NOW. See this face? This is the face […]

Meanwhile, in Babyland

Hard work. That is how I would describe her. Invariably, if I can’t find Harlow, this is where she is.   Oh yeah, I totally stand on tables now.  Or somewhere equally unsafe. Removing her is met with one of two reactions; screaming indignation or blatant wilfulness as she climbs right back to where she […]

Twelve Little Months: One Beautiful Year

Twelve Little Months: One Beautiful Year

Oh, little girl. The task of reflecting on the first year of your life feels impossible to write without relying on tired cliché. The year has flown! Where has the time gone? It can’t be a year! Already??? But these are the words that come instantly to mind, the words I have been uttering all year […]

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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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