Little Moments

Little Moments: Say It Again, Harlow!

  Maybe How Old knows me better than I know myself. #12yearsold4lyf   Harlow has this way of replacing the first consonant or two in some words with ‘fw’ – hence cream becomes fweam, promise becomes fwomise, Granma becomes Fwanma and so on. It’s obviously very cute and the day she stops doing it will […]

I will whisper my love

    Night time. The redeemer. My children are finally asleep and in the soft space between their slowed breath, I can love them without reserve. Without annoyance, irritation, anger, frustration or barely contained rage. Without the demands to hurry up or quieten down. Just the rise and fall of their little chests, the sweet […]

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 […]

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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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