In a tiny little house in Inner-West Sydney (although it’s bigger than the last) there lives a little family of four.
There’s the Mum, Cassie, aka The Flying Drunken Monkey. She’s a Stay at Home Mum, a blogger, an anxiety-disorder sufferer, a social media addict, a bookkeeping sometimes studier, a reader of many books, a drinker of many cups of coffee and tea, a taker of many photos, a list maker, a housework procrastinator, a babywearing, co-sleeping, “baby led weaning” type mother, and the eater of a great deal of chocolate.
There’s the Dad, aka Mr Monkey. He’s an overworking head chef in the city, a dreamer of big ideas, an excellent cook, a encyclopedia of Simpsons quotes, a lover not a fighter, a music nerd, a helper & a confidante, and the best Daddy in the world.
There’s Lily, who’s four. She’s loud, excitable, stubborn, grumpy and hard work. But she’s also loving, smiley, so smart and a beautiful dancer, drawer and singer, and an amazing big sister.
There’s Chloe, the baby. She’s also loud, excitable, stubborn, grumpy and hard work. But she’s also adorable, cheerful, giggly, a constant eater and the best little sister.
Plus, there’s Mikka, the cat. He’s a 7 year old Tuxedo domestic shorthair with a big bushy tail and a rather grumpy and aloof disposition. He’s extremely tolerant of little hands and only meows at Mr Monkey when he wants to be fed.
All in all, it’s a house of love but also crazy shambles. A house of hugs and kisses and dirty dishes and piles of toys.
It’s a happy little family in a messy little home. These are their stories.
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