belgianwaffle

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Still stalked by illness


Posted in: Boys, Princess, Work

Our poor baby girl was sick again Sunday afternoon. It was pathetic, she just lay in my arms between 5 and 8, when she wasn’t throwing up. She was too scared to leave the bathroom so we moved the bean bag in and sat there. She only raised the faintest glimmer of a smile for her father who put on the duvet cover and sang (something that has to be seen to be fully appreciated). Then she went to bed at 8, slept the night, woke up Monday morning full of beans, ate a full breakfast and played snap with me before departing for the creche in excellent form. Absolutely baffling. We dropped her off with some trepidation and instructions to call us at once, if she seemed even faintly miserable. Picked her up last night and she was in great form. Creche said she had an excellent day and her toilet training appears to be complete. Went to bed no problem. Woke up at 3.37. Got sick. Woke up at 5.08. Got sick. Woke up at 8.00. Got sick. She’s now sleeping in our bed a sad little scrap and Mr. Waffle and I have arranged our day thus: 8.00 he goes to work and picks up stuff; 10.30 he returns to us and I go into work and pick up stuff; 14.00, I return home with my papers and he scoots off.

It’s all very tiring for everyone.�

On the good news front, I had another scan yesterday morning. Would you say that the dominant twin is the one sitting on the other’s neck or the one that weighs a hefty 410grms as opposed to the little one that weighs 375? And, fascinatingly,the doctor suggests that I bring a video casette next time so that I can have a complete record in addition to the stills captured on diskette. Does this mean that I will have to tape over “Notting Hill”?

Comments

Minkleberry on 01 June 2005 at 18:36
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Comment Modified) In the case of my husband and his twin, the dominant one was definitely the little ginger one who grew up to be a policeman and bodybuilder.
I married the other one.
Poor little sausage-I hope the sickness passes soon xx

belgianwaffle on 01 June 2005 at 19:09

Um, pog, thanks for sympathy. Like you I am confused on the dominant twin issue.
Minks, you are definitely going to have twins. Hah. Thanks for sympathy, she seems to be completely better now. Fingers crossed.  

Minkleberry on 01 June 2005 at 19:29

belgian- not this time round ;0)  

belgianwaffle on 04 June 2005 at 13:03

Aha, you’re coming out…

Why?


Posted in: Reading etc.

In conclusion, for those of you interested in baby poo, may I encourage you to go and check out� Dooce’s recent post on this matter.

Comments
jackdalton

on 29 May 2005 at 16:44

With the amount of killing-field juices that they pour into such pools, I reckon you’re safe enough on that score Loco.
But longer term resulting blindness… that’s another issue.

Locotes

on 30 May 2005 at 10:32

Indeed. Couple that with the white hair I’d end up with – no way I’m getting in there.

poggle

on 31 May 2005 at 10:52

Oh dear – you’re really not helping KE and menace putting in links like that, waffle.
Heh.

belgianwaffle

on 31 May 2005 at 13:21

Jack, Loc, I am so comforted by these observations…
Pog, no, eh? Har di har.

Talking on the phone


Posted in: Princess, Travel, Work

Am most relieved that the Princess consented to talk to me last night. They had a paddling pool in the creche (“nager, NAGER Maman, dans le creche”). Am optimistic that, once given her present, she will welcome my return. Trust that even minus present my loving husband will welcome me with open arms.

By the by, has anyone seen Locotes since Liverpool won the cup?

Comments
Locotes

on 27 May 2005 at 13:14

Locotes is alive and well, though relatively dishevelled and still in a wonderful dreamy haze where nice things really do happen to deserving people.He is waiting for all that to stop very soon, and for the real world to resume kicking him in the gut.

Locotes

on 27 May 2005 at 13:14

Oh, and maybe a present for the hubby wouldn’t go amiss….just to be safe you know.

Bobble

on 27 May 2005 at 14:06

How could she not? x

belgianwaffle

on 29 May 2005 at 13:46

Pog, you are always right. Locotes, glad you haven’t died of happiness. Yeah, I got him a pressie, better safe than sorry. Thanks Bobble.

Two things


Posted in: Family, Work

1. Received the following text message from my husband “got a call asking whether you would like to go election monitoring in Burundi, said no”.

2. Despite arriving at the Ryanair bus stop 10 minutes before the bus’s due departure time, my unfortunate mother in law discovered that it had already left and ended up having to get a taxi to Charleroi (she could have phoned her son for a lift, but she has an independent stubborn streak which her son has inherited).  She will clearly never visit us again. 6 days of intensive babysitting followed by a traumatic taxi ride.  Am gutted.  On the plus side, you will be surprised to hear that we have the kind of contacts in Ryanair which mean that any complaints will be thoroughly followed up.

Comments
Bobble

on 26 May 2005 at 12:38

I need a contact at Easyjet – any friends there..?

Beth

(Homepage)

on 26 May 2005 at 16:39

How could you pass on Burundi?

jackdalton

on 27 May 2005 at 01:43

That’s 100odd euro you owe her….. 😉

Friar Tuck

on 27 May 2005 at 04:11

What’s so bad about a taxi? The drivers in Brussels are so charming.

jackdalton

on 27 May 2005 at 11:44

ps if you can get anyone in RyanAir to follow up anything, you deserve some kind of recognition as a national treasure.

belgianwaffle

on 29 May 2005 at 13:48

Visage, Beth, I bet Burundi is lovely this time of year, but in this patriarchal household, my chance to visit was cruelly turned down. Sigh.
Bobble, no chance, I fear. Jack, I know. Guilt. Good point FT.

Scholl sandals – why?


Posted in: Family, Princess, Travel, Work

I went to buy new slippers at the weekend. I know, my life is full of thrills. I decided that thought I would buy Scholl sandals rather than slippers so that if I had to go out to put out the bins I wouldn’t look quite so weird. Why has nobody ever told me how profoundly uncomfortable these yokes are? And also that they are very noisy. And quite expensive. I am bitter.

In other news, Princess continues a bit unwell and her saintly grandmother is staying for an extra couple of days to tend to her. Doctor today pronounced himself satisfied that she is on the mend, though baffled as to what might have been wrong. Am informed by my husband that Princess wailed convulsively for the entire appointment despite sustaining no injury whatsoever except, one assumes, to her dignity.
Royal grandparents have flooded the house with newsprint and I am fully up to speed with Jools Oliver’s new book which the Guardian described as like a “common or garden baby blog”. Have realised to my horror that I am the owner of a common or garden baby blog and I thought that there was so much more to me.
The Princess is speaking far more English following her grandparents’ visit as evidenced by the following exchange.
Princess (shouting from the bathroom where she is sitting on her pot): Je fais caca, Papa, tu veux faire caca?
Her father: Non merci.
Princess: Mummy, you want to go poo?
Me: Thanks, I’m ok.
And finally, I am off on a work trip tomorrow, so blogging for the remainder of the week may be somewhat limited as I labour in a distant land.
Comments
poggleon 24 May 2005 at 11:07

Those scholls will feel comfortable if you persevered, waffley – they’re kind of like acupressure and take a bit of getting used to. Your feet will thank you for it eventually. But, sadly, the loud clacking is par for the course.
Princess has a bit of a poo fixation at the moment, doesn’t she? I foresee a lucrative future as a stand-up comedienne …..

beachhutmanon 24 May 2005 at 17:24

Ah, so she’s twigged her mama is Monolingual…..

belgianwaffleon 25 May 2005 at 11:12

Oh, Jojo, if only you knew, you would laugh cruelly.
Pog, thank you for both these pieces of information. Will persevere with deeply uncomfy Scholls.
BHM, well, only temporarily, I suspect.

JoJoon 25 May 2005 at 11:42

Birmingham? Calais? Bognor? Bradford???

belgianwaffleon 29 May 2005 at 13:42

Even sexier than Bradford…

Recovering


Posted in: Family, Princess

We’re all much better. Well, Mr. Waffle is but you will, I know, be upset to hear that my paper cut injury is causing lingering difficulties and poor old Princess despite an excellent day yesterday was sick again this afternoon.

Mr. Waffle’s parents arrived yesterday. We did some preparatory work on the way home from the creche last night.
Me: Who’s coming to visit us this evening?
Princess: Grandma et Grandad.
Me: Is that nice?
Princess: Yes.
Me: What are you going to say to them?
Princess: Present for me?
Granparents duly arrived and were greeted with great delight. They did, of
course, bring a present. And they have more stashed away to give out during the weekend should their popularity show any signs of flagging. So, today, instead of going to the creche, the Princess bonded with her grandparents. I think they were a little concerned that she might be upset at the prospect of being left at home but they needn’t have worried. She happily kissed us good bye and rushed back to the grandparents. As we went out the door she was spinning in circles with an empty box on her head while hurling magnetic letters round the room.  Alas, although she had an
excellent morning, our poor mite was again sick in the afternoon and her poor grandparents were covered in vomit and spent some time devoming the bathroom. What is wrong with our angel? Worrying no?
Comments
belgianwaffleon 21 May 2005 at 11:42

Thanks Bob, grandparents are already doing the child minding thing and she seems fine again…

poggleon 23 May 2005 at 11:38

Poor Princess.
Her ‘present for me?’ reminds me of my niece when she was little. She was asked if would like a slice of pizza. ‘Yes’, she said. ‘Magic word?’, says Mum. Frowns. Thinks hard. Light dawns. ‘Now??’

belgianwaffleon 25 May 2005 at 11:12

SUPERB Pog.