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New Year, New Mumma

5 Jan

It’s 2011.

And even though the early hours of the new year might have seemed like a bad omen, I am feeling all jubilant in my anticipation of what’s to come.

There will be the obligatory shedding of the pounds, the talk of giving up alcohol for good this time and blah blah, whatever. But what I’m most excited about is the plans I have for this little blog.

Some stuff will go: –

– Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday – because, simply, I don’t need it anymore. It was designed to make sure I blogged at least something once a week. But I am well and truly in the swing of it now – writing for The Little Mumma is programmed into me, a habit and one that I enjoy. You can still expect randomness but nothing scheduled weekly – which is, after all, more in keeping with the idea of true randomness.

– Friday Faves – I’ll still share my favourite things but once a month, not each Friday. I’ll probably call it something wicked original like “The Little Mumma Loves..”.

And there’ll be some new stuff: –

– MummaViews – I’ll be posting a series of interviews with some amazing mothers who have exceptional stories to tell. Stay tuned.

– Little Tales – these will be short stories both old and new – all true and all Family M-G. But little.

– Heads Up! – this will be an exercise in paying it forward in which I feature a blogger that I have found and loved and want to share with you.

But perhaps the biggest change will be a possible move. Most likely, The Little Mumma will be getting a new home. But don’t worry, there’ll be lots of notification and arrows pointing you in the right direction. Hopefully, the transition will be smooth and it will be business as usual – except for with a shiny new place to hang out with me!

There will be photography, competitions, the occasional review, even some guest writers.  What you can always count on is that I’ll be writing about what’s real to me. And the writing will always be at the heart of The Little Mumma blog.

And on the eve of exciting new changes here at The Little Mumma, I wanted to thank YOU for supporting me. For reading my words, for understanding them, for relating and for letting me know that you related. It has been the most wonderful journey to take with you. You have helped build this humble little blog into something that gives me so much creative satisfaction. I look forward to making it bigger and better and finding new ways to reward you, the reader. I hope you’ll stick with me.

Happy 2011!

Introducing B

22 Dec

So, remember when I said I was going to do a series of introductions for some of the main players on The Little Mumma? No? Well, I did. I said it here. And I did the Proust Questionnaire and told you I had webbed toes and my lifelong dream was to do the splits.

In the spirit of reintroducing myself, I updated my About section recently, too. Did you see it?

And now, it’s time to introduce the next key player.

Readers of The Little Mumma, meet B.

B is my main squeeze although he will maintain I don’t do nearly enough squeezing. My reply to which is, I did enough squeezing as I gave birth to his sons so whatever.

B and I met at the dawn of the millennium. It was 1999 and we did party, just like it was.

I was 23 years old, living with Mr Wrong and dreaming of an acting career but doing very little in the way of pursuing it. I was all about the relationship angst back then.

B was the bass player in a band and one of my dearest friends, CC, was dating the lead singer. She invited me to a gig – but the rest was NOT history. I brought Mr Wrong along with me, we proceeded to have the obligatory fight and I ended up sitting on the curb outside the pub crying over spilt beer.

B remembers it like this. “After the gig, we headed outside to catch a cab and I saw Angie sitting in the gutter. And I thought to myself, ‘That girl is beautiful. She wouldn’t be crying like that if she was with me’.


We didn’t get together for another 9 months or so. But fate was at work so eventually, the stars aligned or whatever. And then, yes, the rest was history.

What to say about B? How best to encapsulate all that he is?

I can’t.

These things are true though.

He is an exceptionally good man.

He is a brilliant father.

And he was right. He has never made me cry like that.

Together, we fit.

I reckon it might be serious enough to consider marriage. Ha!

One last thing to know about B. A thing that, for me, captures the very essence of the man.

If he finds a shopping/to-do list I have left lying around (and he finds many), he MUST, every time, without fail, make the following addition to that list.


I LOVE this guy.


RMTT #13 – Random Facts Edition

2 Dec

In the beginning, my blog was going to be about the writing. Like a self-produced short film to the actor, I thought the blog would be the ideal way to showcase my writing and get some recognition. I would write about my journey through motherhood because being a mum to very young children is all-consuming and frankly, I have forgotten the world that exists outside this little family. No, that’s not true but I am sufficiently out of touch as to be completely unqualified to talk about it – ‘it’ being anything that doesn’t involve the two little creatures I grew in my very own guts.

So, I would write about being a mum to my kids openly and honestly. I wouldn’t hesitate to reveal myself in my posts but, I thought, I would protect my kids or the other people I discussed. I’d use aliases and I wouldn’t put up photos. I was reticent to expose my kids in any way.

But then I started to read a few blogs. And some things became clear.

  1. A text-exclusive  (or text-intensive) blog is heavy going for the reader
  2. A text-exclusive blog that’s about a family in which the reader never gets to see the family prevents the reader from making a true connection
  3. My favourite blogs are absolutely the ones whose journey is shared through a balance of well-written text and great photography

I thought about it for a while and slowly started introducing photos – firstly, of myself (with bad day hair and whatnot). And then, cautiously, my family. I still have some reservations about it but ultimately, I like my blog the way it is now. I hope you do, too.

Anyway, it got me thinking that we’ve never really been properly introduced. So, over the next few weeks, still with some caution and trepidation, I will attempt to introduce the key players. And then, maybe I’ll collate some of my findings and move it to the “About” section.

So today, on Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday, I should start with myself. Give you some random facts about me, The Little Mumma. So I have taken the liberty of giving myself a Proust Questionnaire as seen on the back page of Vanity Fair magazine each month.

Name: Angie aka The Little Mumma

The Little Mumma before she was....

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Family, luxe tropical surrounds, perhaps a cheese platter and a cheeky drop of Sav Blanc – and dancing

What is your greatest fear?

Pre-kids: my own personal safety being compromised by someone/something  Post-kids: the safety of my children being compromised by someone/something.

What is the trait you deplore most in yourself?

Procrastination. JUST DO IT.

What is the trait you deplore most in others?

Arrogance and pessimism.

Which living person do you most admire?

Naomi Watts (it’s the actor in me – she’s gutsy).

What is your greatest extravagance?

Clothes for my kids.

What is your current state of mind?


What do you consider the most overrated virtue?


On what occasion do you lie?

Daily to my kids. I call it ‘negotiating’.

What is the quality you like most in a man?

A sense of humour.

What is the quality you like most in a woman?

A sense of humour.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

The father of my children – which I think is clever of me.

When and where were you happiest?

Each time I discovered I was pregnant. Oh man, B and I were bouncing of walls.

Which talent would you most like to have?

To be able to draw/paint.

What is your most treasured possession?

My family photos.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

To be utterly alone in the world. That or grocery shopping with two small children.

What is your favourite occupation?


What is your most marked characteristic?

My colourful language.

What do you most value in your friends?

Their willingness to go dancing with me.

Who is your favourite hero of fiction?

Atticus Finch.

Who are your heroes in real life?

My mum. Mums in general.

What is it that you most dislike?


What is your greatest regret?

Letting fear hold me back.

How would you like to die?

Peacefully and free of disease.

What is your motto?

It’s never too late to live your best life.

Now if that was all a bit high falutin’ for you, a couple of other random facts……

  1. I have webbed toes.
  2. I am freakishly tall – for an eight year old.
  3. My language is – and I mean really, really is – truly appalling. I can’t help myself…or don’t want to.
  4. One of my major life goals is to be able to do the splits again.

And finally…..

As you may have read previously, I have started going to the gym again. I am LOVING it. So much more than I ever did when I had all the time in the world to go and wasn’t operating from under the fog of exhaustion. But I wonder if I love it too much. I know I sing out loud and smile like a crazy person. I may or may not have given a fist pump here and there while running on the treadmill. I think I might be morphing into this guy….

The weekend is almost upon us. Hurrah!