Little Weeks

Twenty Nine Little Weeks

  29 weeks old and cuter by the minute, no? This little pink bodysuit has been folded away in a box and waiting patiently…..for years. A treasure trove of clothes for the daughter I was worried I had planned for in vain – one by one, she is wearing and – sob! – outgrowing them […]

28 Little Weeks

I love this baby girl. Last week, I noticed a woman putting her little baby into the car and as she transferred him from pram to carseat, she paused to kiss him. It was almost an absentminded gesture and one that was so familiar to me. I simply can not hold my baby – in […]

Twenty Seven Little Weeks: Vlog-style!

Rocking the double chin and loving life.   A special Little Weeks post today. Watch! A Little Vlog: The Very First!!! from Angie Maddison on Vimeo.      

26 Little Weeks

26 Little Weeks

  One little girl. A mother's full heart.   I went out to dinner tonight. Something I never do. Bren was at home with the kids. With Harlow. At 9:00pm I checked my phone. No messages. I put it back in my bag and didn't check it again for another 50 minutes. It was in […]

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Twenty Five Little Weeks

Twenty Five Little Weeks

25 sweet little weeks. I have stopped calling her newborn. A newborn doesn't roll over, get stuck and then cry and vomit until someone rescues them. A newborn doesn't clamp down on your nipple and then giggle when you tell them "No!" A newborn doesn't watch the fork travelling from the dinner plate to your […]

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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 Two Little Weeks

Twenty Two Little Weeks

  Yesterday marked exactly 5 months of life for my daughter. Today marks 22 weeks. I call these posts Little Weeks but what a misnomer that is. These weeks are anything but. They are huge with love and wonder and exhaustion and disbelief that she is here, that this sweet little girl is in the […]

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Twenty One Little Weeks

Twenty One Little Weeks

Oh, this sweet child! I was saying to Bren, "Do you feel like all our little people are earthside now?" and he said yes. And I thought yes, too.  It certainly seems like this little cherry on top is the perfect full stop to the Family M-G. I was looking through baby photos of the […]

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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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Nineteen Little Weeks

Nineteen Little Weeks

 So often, she will lie in her rocker, quietly inspecting her hands, chewing on her blanket or watching her brothers running mad circles around her. When, finally, she manages to catch my eye, her arms and legs come to life, little scissors of excitement, her face blooming into that incredible smile. The reality is that […]

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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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