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12 May, 2005
Posted in: Princess

Apparently small children are very sensitive and know when there’s something going on.  Well, I think the Princess may either have worked out a) that I’m pregnant and her days as an only child are numbered or b) that we’re going to Paris for the weekend leaving her to the tender mercies of our (excellent) babysitter. Whatever it is, she is like a briar at the moment. Take the other morning.
7.00 Princess wakes singing to herself in her cot.
7.05 I go to get her up. She stops singing and wails pitifully “No, Mama, Papa, PAPA”.
7.10 Give her a bottle and hand her over to her  father for breakfast while hopping into the shower myself. Hear from the fastness of the shower shrieks of unhappiness from the other room where the Princess is doubtless having her will thwarted in some cruel and unusual fashion (I don’t know, perhaps her father is refusing to let her throw porridge on the walls).
7.30 Suggest to herself that she might like to get dressed. She is against. Read “T’choupi likes the rain” together on the understanding that after this one story, she will get dressed.
7.40 Princess does not have the same understanding of our deal and brings over a small pile of T’choupi books. She is deeply displeased that I will not read them and shows her displeasure by howling lustily.
7.45 Lure her to the bathroom by promising to let her brush her teeth. Avert my eyes as she attempts to eat the entire tube of strawberry flavoured toothpaste we have purchased.
7.50 Wrest toothpaste from her and carry her howling, kicking and carrying 4 books to the bedroom.
7.55 World ends because books fall on floor.
8.00 Infant successfully picks up books. An instant of happiness. Infant insists on father sitting to read one. Father, hard hearted monster, refuses to do so. Deep and loud unhappiness.
8.05 Parents run around the house after small howling toddler. Pin her down, change nappy and put on t-shirt. All 3 parties somewhat dishevelled and exhausted.
8.15 Father capitulates and reads story. Mother surreptitiously puts on infant’s dress, tights and shoes.
8.25 Nameless angst grips our child. She is unable to tell us what is wrong. She gets her doggy and throws herself on our bed weeping and demanding to get under the covers and nap. We tell her that it is time for the creche. Wrong answer. Would it be ok if we put on her cardigan? No it would not.
8.30 Royal mood improves on sighting of Sheepsie. Doggy can be removed and returned to his sleeping place.
8.31 Infant notices that washing machine is on. Insists on watching it “wash, wash” while held by mother for safety.
8.36 Mother tires of washing machine experience and encourages father to transport infant and Sheepsie downstairs. Deep, deep unhappiness. We would like to watch the washing machine all day. Distraught
parents are presented with infant sobbing her heart out.
8.37 Hard heartedly leave house all the same and head off in car. Her highness demands to see her friend toddler L. Request refused. Unhappiness. Her highness demands a bottle. Request refused due to
lack of bottle. Unhappiness. Some mild singing is engaged in but mood is not good.
9.00 Arrive at creche. Hold Princess up to bang on fish tank and scare unfortunate fish who live out their existence with 15 small children. Hand her over to N. who is fresh as a daisy but, frankly, won’t be
after a day with our girl. Mother and father struggle into respective offices exhausted wrecks. And there’s more of that in the evening.

Aren’t full time parents absolutely fantastic?

Comments
NorahSplog

on 13 May 2005 at 10:46

I think I need a lie down after reading that. Exhausting.

Locotes

on 13 May 2005 at 15:40

*reconfirms plans to hold off on the kids for a long while*
Well at least she’s full of beans.
That has to be worth something.
Right?

belgianwaffle

on 13 May 2005 at 19:26

JD, you’re not the only one. I know, Norah, dreadful stuff. Locotes, um, yes, I suppose. You should get back to the studying so’s you’ll be able to afford fancy childcare in due course.

Locotes

on 13 May 2005 at 19:48

That’s probably the best reason yet to convince me to study – many thanks.
*runs to notes*

belgianwaffle

on 15 May 2005 at 20:30

Run faster Loc. Fingers crossed for next week.

poggle

on 16 May 2005 at 11:01

‘smug married’ you said? Hmmmm ….
😉

belgianwaffle

on 16 May 2005 at 20:19

Um, yeah, I may need to think about that…

Fraternal Visit

12 May, 2005
Posted in: Siblings

Up on Wednesday morning at 6.15 to drop him off at the station to get the Ryanair bus to distant Charleroi. He arrived Tuesday morning at 9.30 and therefore spent just under
24 hours in Europe’s capital.  He used to live here so instead of spending his precious 21 hours in Brussels looking at monuments he ate waffles. He seems to have enjoyed himself.

The Princess is getting quite used to constant visitors and took his arrival in her stride and his present as her due. However, she showed a lamentable tendancy to confuse him with Mr. Waffle’s brother who was here over the weekend.  Given that, physically, they are entirely unalike, I can only attribute her confusion to the fact that she realises that they are both siblings of parents and so in some way interchangeable. My daughter is a genius.  Other explanations for this confusion are, frankly, unwelcome. My
brother spent some time coaxing her to say his name and clarifying his
identity. I think he would be sad to know that, when she woke up the morning he left, she asked politely after her paternal uncle.
My brother is also the reason I threw up at lunch time on Wednesday. We went for lunch together on Tuesday and I ordered flat water. Conversation as follows:
Him: Why aren’t you having fizzy, you always have fizzy.
Me: Well, at the moment fizzy makes me sick.
Him: But that’s ridiculous, we’re having lots of spicy Italian food for lunch and you’re saying fizzy water makes you sick.
Me: Yes, look, I know what I want.
Him: Snort.

On Wednesday at lunch time, I thought, well, maybe he was right, it’s
been a while since I’ve been sick and I like fizzy water. So, I had fizzy water with my lunch and threw up.  Sigh.

Comments
Jordana

(Homepage)

on 13 May 2005 at 13:14

The major thing I learned in early pregnancy is, If a pregnant woman wants/does not want an item of food or drink, that item must be had immediately/avoided studiously. There is no compromise when Bone-Melting Nausea is involved.
Fortunately, my husband is still traumatized by that experience, and is quite easily bent to my late-pregnancy will regarding food.

NorahSplog

on 13 May 2005 at 14:01

When my own feckless younger brother was the same age as the Princess he cottoned on to the idea that our eldest brother’s girlfriend was called Amanda (or ‘Veranda’ as he put it). For quite a time, any girl brought to the house by either of our older brothers was called Veranda. Nothing would change his mind much to the boys’ consternation. Like the Princess, he too must have noticed the interchangeability of the girls variously attached to my brothers. Genius.

belgianwaffle

on 13 May 2005 at 19:27

Norah, truly terrifying. Assume this is the detox brother.
Jordana, am relieved that I am not the only sick one. Poor us.
JD, um, yeah..

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