© my mad little family

the joy and delight of william hunter howell.

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kids say the darnedest things.
romania. arguably the oddest place ever.
how we make movie night totally bonkers.

The answer is no. No one is ever ready to have a family - that is until you have a baby and then you simply have to be. It’s a crazy experience that throws man

All day my brain has been whirring like a weather vane on the edges of a hurricane, my fingers desperate to tap the keyboard so fast they become a pale blur...

Okay, so this may look a tad biased by all accounts since Josh 'No One Ever Called Me JP Before Chelsea' Patterson is a great friend, but that is beside the...

It’s something you hear all the time. “My kids are growing too fast!” or “they’re all big and grown up in the blink of an eye!”. While, of course, these claims

Getting my child to sleep once meant having to make individual sacrifices to the 12 Gods that collectively made up the Roman pantheon. Not anymore.

Let's take a pretty typical scenario.

Another parent: "You look terrible."

Me: [yawn] "Yeah, rough night with the kid."

The other parent: "Oh, your baby isn't sleeping through the night? That sucks. My kids so awesome and so unbelievably perfect that he has has been sleep...

there is no one more creative than a child. they aren't confined by anything, they don't know limits; in fact they abolish every restriction put in place. the write stories, make dens, create game out of thin air through no encouragement bar that of their own fantastic...

Phoebe's got to the stage where she is talking and talking and talking. She is talking so much. Arguably, she's talking too much. No, I'm kidding. It's incredible. She says stuff to me and mummy and all we can do is look at each other in mild shell shock. They're thing...

Survival Pack

  • Lightweight stroller

  • Warm clothes

  • Gloves

  • Camera

  • Truly Parisian lodgings (book early)

  • Map

  • Bread for pigeons

  • Packed lunch stuff

  • Money

I guess I should start this blog with an admittance: I should not be allowed t...

Phoebe Isla, you're 1.

Happy Birthday sweetheart; the happiest, most loving, cheeky little monkey the world has ever known - and I hope you always are.

My love for you is immeasurable, I love you with all of me. When you smile your whole face scrunches around your button...

There is no denying that it has a chaotic hue, but I remember the day Phoebe was born as good as any. That day three-months ago when she finally decided to leave the comforts of her warm n’ wet cocoon and venture into the world to see what the fuss was all about.


We’re now right in the beating heart of winter, and yet six weeks ago the world somehow seemed a darker, colder place, a bleak landscape that, except for my own conceited hopes and dreams, lacked anything vibrant, anything worthwhile. In fact I felt trapped by the swir...

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About Me

hey! i'm will, the creator of my mad little family. not literally. i mean i didn't give birth. that bit mummy did. i just mean creator as in creator of this blog.

anyway, i'm totally incompetent as a parent and totally unqualified to give you any advice, trust me. saying that, trump is totally incompetent and unqualified to be president. so yeah, sit back, laugh a little, share a little and ignore absolutely everything i say. 

love, hugs n' a bit of ciao.


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