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Saved! Harlow Gets Baptised

We do not attend church. I object to many significant aspects of the Catholic faith. I decided against sending Luca to a Catholic school because of all that God talk. So it probably takes another non-practising Catholic to understand why the hell we would bother with a baptism for our children. For the record, I do not […]

Losing Lo

In the backyard, beneath the glorious blue of the afternoon sky, she and I did our thing; mine was hanging washing on the line, her's was picking through the grass for things to eat – round, chokey things being her absolute favourite. She loves the outdoors, this one. Crinkly leaves, sharp-edged rocks – the back […]

Eleven Little Months

A baby girl on her Baptism Day (outfit number #2) Last night, I went to dinner with some kinder mums as this little darling sobbed herself to sleep in her daddy's arms. Suffice it to say, I don't get out much. By the time I returned home, my left boob was huge with the milk […]

24 Little Weeks

24 Little Weeks

24 whole weeks (and one day). I wonder for how long I can write these posts? 50 Little Weeks? 100? I don't want to bore you with details of her every move. But I like sharing how she grows. The way her little face has changed, the growing curiosity that lights up those eyes, the determined set of her sweet […]

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Twenty Three Little Weeks

Twenty Three Little Weeks

  Love, love, love, love. I mentioned the boys have been a little…challenging…this school holidays (note: we are currently on Day 2 of said holidays). And yet, inbetween the screaming (me) and the crying (also me), is Harlow, the baby sent directly from heaven. It's not because she sleeps right through the night (no, that […]

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Twenty Little Weeks

Twenty Little Weeks

  I can't lie; having a daughter is AWESOME. Oh, it's awesome. It's pretty and pink and awesome, awesome, awesome.   After dropping the ball recently, I am happy to say that I have stepped up my game and am making sure Harlow has tummy time every day. And I think she is right on […]

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Fifteen Little Weeks

Fifteen Little Weeks

A day late because yesterday was all about Master Luca.  So much so that this is the only photo taken of Miss Harlow all day long. This face is just on the precipice of the morph into 'Har-LOCO' – poor little blossom was well over-stimulated with the birthday craziness and toy helicopter flying crashing. But […]

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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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