Little Loves

Ziggy Pop

      This is my little one. My Zig. He is all set to become the middle child in April but I hope he never feels like it. How does the stereotype go? Neither the oldest or the baby. Just….in the middle. Nothing special. Ha! Not likely. From the moment he arrived, we have […]

A camera where my memory should be…

I love my DLSR like a child. I treasure it and in return, it brings me untold joy. But what did we do before phones could take photos? Both of my children have gone through stages of being camera-averse and thusly, react strongly to the sight of the big Nikon coming at them. A mobile […]

Motherhood: 10 Reasons To Love It

1. Little Faces You make a little person and then you just stare at them. Endlessly. Stare at that little face that is so familiar and also, the face of someone you are just meeting. You marvel at genetics and how they have manifested themselves in this little person. The more kids you have, the […]

Love this kid

Love this kid

Yesterday sucked. At one point, I sank to my knees on the floorboards below me. Defeated. LD came and sat beside me. "I'm sorry I was mad at you before, Mumma," he said, patting my shoulder. "I'm sorry, too, sweetheart," I replied, "I'm just sad today." "I can put you to sleep if you like […]

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18 Months

18 Months

My baby is 18 months old today.  The time has flown. Oh, this child is a heart starter.  Wherever you don't want him to be, that's where you should look first. Climber of chairs, abuser of decibels, resister of sleep. Zee, you wear me out. But that little smile, which starts in your twinkling blue […]

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A thousand words…

A thousand words…

I walked into LD's room and saw the above. I took a photo of it because I wanted to talk to you about how cool I think imaginative play is. I get such a kick out of listening to the crazy shit my three-year-old comes out with when he is completely immersed in his own […]

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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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