Little Lady

Baby Things

  Did I mention my girl is doing this now?     Yeah, Harlow has mastered the proper hands and knees crawl. And kudos to this sweet girl because it must hurt like hell on the floorboards. I'm mad about this child. And she is sweet respite from other things. While in some ways I […]

Ten Little Months

Maybe if I go like this…. …and then like this…. …and then…ummm… Mumma? I stuck!!!   Which means only two more months before a year has passed. I can tell you this – holding this baby girl, feeling the soft, rounded babyness of her little body in my arms, sends a euphoric wave through me […]

Nine Little Months

On Thursday, we celebrated 40 years of a dear friend's life and 9 months with our little girl. The balloons were for him but try telling Harlow that…   Well, that flew! As a writer, it's cliché cringe but seriously, where has the time gone? Time moves too fast to record in any baby book and […]

Eleven Little Weeks

Eleven Little Weeks

    Harlow Harlowy Harlow Rose Harlow Rosie Harlow Rosiecakes Baby Hi Lo (courtesy of a friend's three-year-old daughter) Baby Lo Little Lady little girl little darlin' little blossom sweetie pop   Daughter   There is joy in the smallest things; nappies that come packaged in pink cardboard boxes; smiles that chase tears and tears […]

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Nine Little Weeks

Nine Little Weeks

 Things we do: gaze at one another endlessly chat – and this little girl can talk. She tells me all about it. At 9 weeks! Is that normal?  smile and smile and gaze some more rock back and forth in our nursing chair, the chair that's just for us, but that often bears the weight […]

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Seven Little Weeks

Seven Little Weeks

Oh, my precious daughter. So tiny and yet, she fills up what I now realise was the biggest hole within me. An empty space of quiet longing, echoing with the frightened question, What if it's not to be? I knew I wanted her but not until Harlow arrived did I understand just how much I needed her.  […]

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Post-Birth Report Card

Post-Birth Report Card

The birth story is coming. This isn't it. But it is all the post-birth info that's fit to print.   Labour Duration: 2 hours, 20 minutes Amount to which this amazes me: super-maximum amount People who have now seen my business end up close and personal: super-maximum amount Ability to chat and make jokes while […]

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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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