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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

The Little Daily: Eighteen Little Weeks

The Little Daily: Eighteen Little Weeks

Being offline earlier in the week meant I missed Harlow's Little Weeks update. And seeing as how I had three glasses of wine last night and spent today a shattered woman, here is Little Weeks and The Little Daily in one. Genius! That little profile seems familiar to me. I think it's mine. More and more, […]

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Seventeen Little Weeks

Seventeen Little Weeks

Here she is, my little blossy face. People ask me how I'm coping. How is it with three kids? I tell them I feel surprisingly great and that I don't really know what it's like with three kids – the impact has been lessened because Bren's study means he is around for things like  kinder […]

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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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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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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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