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Still stalked by illness

31 May, 2005 at 7:36 am by belgianwaffle

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”?


Minkleberry on 01 June 2005 at 18:36
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…


29 May, 2005 at 2:18 pm by belgianwaffle

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.


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.


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.


on 31 May 2005 at 10:52

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


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

27 May, 2005 at 12:58 pm by belgianwaffle

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?


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.


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.


on 27 May 2005 at 14:06

How could she not? x


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

26 May, 2005 at 11:19 am by belgianwaffle

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.


on 26 May 2005 at 12:38

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



on 26 May 2005 at 16:39

How could you pass on Burundi?


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.


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.


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?

23 May, 2005 at 9:28 pm by belgianwaffle

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.
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…


20 May, 2005 at 6:15 pm by belgianwaffle

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?
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


Stalked by illness

18 May, 2005 at 8:20 pm by belgianwaffle


Pregnancy related maladies
Return of rash leading to scabrous arms and legs (thankfully the weather is not such as to encourage baring of same)
Sore toe (no sniggering – last night while rushing to the aid of my howling infant, I stubbed my toe and today I am limping pitifully)
Industrial accident (painful paper cut on top of middle finger making typing
Mr. Waffle
Sore neck (leading to a certain stiffness in bearing)
Has for three nights in a row thrown up in the middle of the night. She has no other symptoms. No temperature. Nothing. Last night when I picked her out of her cot she said she was sick and we rushed to the bathroom where she dutifully threw up. Though obviously worried that she was ill, I was pleased that I had explained to her that if she felt sick it was a good idea to go to the bathroom; particularly since our supply of clean bedding was nearly exhausted.   In my triumph, about the controlled vomitting incident I had forgotten that my daughter is like her father – very cautious.  So for the next hour my loving husband and I took it in turns to sit with her on the bathroom floor. Every time we tried to persuade her back to her bed or ours she said piteously “dans la salle de bain”. Anyway eventually she went back to bed and slept for the rest of the night and this morning she seemed fine, though a bit tired and crabby. Alas, this evening, she was not fine when I picked her up from the creche.  The new person said she had spent most of the day lying on the floor with Hop Hop crying. She had her nap and ate her lunch and didn’t have a temperature and when questioned said she was not sick but sad. I am a bit annoyed that they didn’t call us. I mean, she’s only 2 she may not be fully au fait with the difference between existential angst and feeling nauseous and tired.  Anyhow I brought her down to the car and strapped her in and she said “Sick Mummy” so I rapidly unstrapped her and she threw up all over the pavement. Poor mite. She was anxious that I should clean up the pavement but I held back. When we got home she was sick again and she’s now gone to bed where I hope she will recover before her paternal grandparents arrive tomorrow. I must say, it makes me feel very sad to think of my baby girl lying on the floor crying while I was quiet at work and could easily have taken a half day and brought her home. This working mother thing can be trying.

on 19 May 2005 at 08:49

Yeah, hope it comes out well.
That could have been put in a more felicitous way I guess.


on 19 May 2005 at 09:09

awww poor little girl. But what control. I still don’t quite make it to the toilet everytime I’m sick!


on 19 May 2005 at 10:42

Oh dear.
Poor mite does seem to have a v delicate stomach …..



on 19 May 2005 at 22:02

My goodness…sending you get well vibes asap!


on 20 May 2005 at 18:16

Aw thank you all for good health wishes. So far they only seem to be really working for my loving husband but he is very grateful..


on 20 May 2005 at 18:26

Oh it is pitiful – ‘not sick but sad’. Poor princess – may she be up and telling you all to fuck off before too long


on 21 May 2005 at 11:42

Thanks HJB. How did the furry animal grilling go?


on 21 May 2005 at 15:35

they grilled neither small fluffy animals or children. The fluffies were there to be pretty and the grilled stuff was sausages.


on 25 May 2005 at 11:10

Disappointing H.

Speaking in Tongues

17 May, 2005 at 9:19 pm by belgianwaffle

Our girl is like a little sponge at the moment.  She repeats everything. I ask her father for something in Irish so that she won’t understand and she says it back to us.

When we were in the park yesterday some harrassed Italian parent said “Chiara, vieni quando ti chiamo” and our girl said “Chiara, vieni quando ti chiamo”.

While we were off living it up in Paris over the weekend, the Princess spent
time with our Polish babysitter; this morning she spent our trip to the creche
singing Frère Jacques
in Polish (well, so her father who knows everything
assured me).  As Mr. Waffle pointed out, there is only one problem with all this accomplishment, no matter what language she is speaking, she always sounds like a little francophone, you should hear her”r” people.
And on a completely separate note, she saw her father in a bicycle helmet for the first time this evening, clapped her little hands together and said delightedly “regarde Maman, Papa se déguise en clown”. Her Papa was less delighted.

And finally, please inspect hilarious post on the challenges of living with a toddler.

NorahSplogon 18 May 2005 at 10:12

Fab link Waffly.
And I can teach Princess ‘One Man Went To Mow’ in Swahili if she fancies it?

poggleon 18 May 2005 at 10:24

Brilliant – Operation No Pants. So, it’s true – they DO have a secret language!

belgianwaffleon 18 May 2005 at 20:10

Bobble, excellent suggestion. Yes, they all have nicer templates but the company isn’t as pleasant.
Norah, yes please. My aim is to become completely unbearable before she turns 3.
Pog, yes, it was good, wasn’t it?

beachhutmanon 19 May 2005 at 08:50

Hey, my girl’s middle name is Chiara!

beachhutmanon 19 May 2005 at 08:51

No Bobble, we’d miss you terribly.

belgianwaffleon 20 May 2005 at 18:17

And what a pretty name it is too BHM.

Cautious Gene

16 May, 2005 at 8:34 pm by belgianwaffle

This morning the Princess, little L and I went to the playground together.  This was my first time venturing out alone with 2 two-year olds and I was a little tense.  We were only going as far as the park at the end of the road but the potential for disaster was clearly there. Little L dutifully held my hand and I suggested to the Princess that she might like to do likewise.

No!� Mummy carry you! But why, sweetheart? Look L is walking.
Il y a des voitures, maman!
Well yes darling, but they’re all parked.

She was not to be fooled, she would not get down until we reached the safety of the park.  Let me tell you waddling along with a 2 year old in one arm while holding another’s hand while simultaneously 4 months pregnant with twins is no joke.

I tackled Mr. Waffle on this matter this evening.

Him:� Um, that might be my fault.
Me: Why?
Him: Well the other day I was walking with her and when we got to the road I explained that she had to be carried across the road because otherwise it was too dangerous.
Me: Derisive snort.
Him (defensively): Well, it’s better than the opposite.

Which I suppose it is. Her extreme caution also means that she is not subject to the myriad bruises which other toddlers suffer from. Though, of course, she did manage to break her front tooth.



on 17 May 2005 at 09:21

You’re undone. That’s imprinted behaviour and the circuitry is now laid down for all future learning. Better luck with the Twins…. 😐


on 17 May 2005 at 10:26

Hubby will be sorry when she’s 18 and still demanding that he carries her across the road. You wait.


on 17 May 2005 at 21:31

HJB, well my experience of people who live in Switzerland is that they’re all very fit from near constant mountain climbing – not true?
JD, yes, I know.
Pog, the one thought that sustains me.


13 May, 2005 at 7:37 pm by belgianwaffle

Thousands of Enclosures

High spec enclosures, plastic, GRP Aluminium & Stainless IP67 EEx’e’

What my blog advertised after reading about morning  wrestling with toddler.


on 15 May 2005 at 20:26

Very scary and also a little unintelligible..


on 15 May 2005 at 23:16

Mine seems to be constantly advertising Pope Benedict bracelets… nice.Glad to see you are still here and well Waffly.


on 16 May 2005 at 00:09
Comment Modified) Waf: So you’ve never had a rabbit-hole moment on the net? Lucky old you….. Be nice.. she’s new to all this.
Bobs: hello! Good to see you are still around here too… 🙂


on 16 May 2005 at 16:23

And you Jack.
I do lurk occasionally but mostly can’t blog during the day now at work…


on 16 May 2005 at 20:21

Bobble, lovely to see you – I’m sure a Pope Benedict bracelet would be delightful.
JD, er, no.


on 17 May 2005 at 14:55

And I suppose you’re going to tell me next that you never read Alice in Wonderland or saw The Matrix either?
Come on ‘waf… you’re just being too clingy and unadventurous. Must be the voitures…


on 17 May 2005 at 21:29

Scary the old voitures…

Instructions for minding our child for just over 24 hours

13 May, 2005 at 7:36 pm by belgianwaffle

A little too detailed perhaps?


12.00 Elle mange avec nous.

12.30 Elle va dormir. On va lui expliquer avant que nous partons jusqu’a demain soir et que vous allez etre là.

vers 15.30/16.00 Elle va se reveiller. Elle doit etre changée. Vous pouvez lui offrir une tartine (pain et confiture/chocolat) et/ou un biberon. Si vous sortez avec elle, la poussette est
dans le couloir en bas et il y a des langes dans le sac a dos dedans. On vous conseille vivement de porter un biberon et aussi des galettes de riz avec vous a chaque sortie.

18.30 Elle prend son dîner. Il y a du poisson dans le frigo. Aussi des carottes et des pommes de terre. Il y a aussi des groseilles pour dessert et un biscuit.

On va telephoner vers 19.15 pour lui (et vous!) souhaiter une bonne nuit.

19.30/20.00 Elle prend son bain. Normalement elle aime bien son bain mais en ce moment elle est un peu nerveuse. Elle
adore se laver les dents et s’assessoir sur son petit pot. On lui met un lange et son pyjama et on la met dans son sac a couchage. On lui donne son chien-chien et on la porte dans la chambre où elle dort. On lui lit un histoire et on lui donne un biberon.

Normalement (!) elle est contente d’aller au lit et elle dort la nuit.

vers 7.30 Elle va se reveiller. Elle prend un biberon. Pour son petit dejeuner, elle prend du muesli ou, si elle veut pas, vous pouvez essayez des Rice Krispies. Des fois elle aime un peu du toast. On la change et habille que apres son petit
dejeuner.  Si vous sortez avec elle le matin on vous conseille vivement de porter un biberon avec vous et aussi des
galettes de riz.

12.00/12.30 Elle prend son dejeuner. Il y a des saucisses dans le frigo et elle aime normalement des haricots verts et les pommes de terre. On a acheté aussi des saucisses pour vous, donc vous pouvez manger ensemble, si vous voulez…

12.30/13.00 Elle va dormir dans son sac a couchage avec son chien-chien. On la change avant.

vers 15.30/16.00 Elle va se reveiller. Elle doit etre changée. Vous pouvez lui offrir une tartine (pain et confiture/chocolat) et/ou un biberon.

vers 18.00 (notre train arrive a 17.20) Nous rentrons et vous etes libre! Merci beaucoup!

Si jamais il faut nous contacter, vous avez notre numero portable.  Si vous avez besoin de contacter quelqu’un a Bxls, vous pouvez appeller nos amis sur le numero qu’on vous laisse.


on 13 May 2005 at 20:36

Is the princess allowed a variation on the confiture/chocolat – maybe miel?


on 13 May 2005 at 20:45
Comment Modified) Much healthier in the long term too…


on 14 May 2005 at 14:31

Oooh Waffle please blog in French more often. It makes me feel all smug when I understand one word in three.


on 14 May 2005 at 18:54

I’m with you Norah. Don’t speak a word of it, but can understand a bit!


on 15 May 2005 at 20:28

JD, terrifying. JD, Lauren, miel is on the shopping list for next week, am suitably impressed by your arguments. Norah, Minks, I don’t mean to cast anyone down here but it is MY French which is, um, far from perfect…


on 16 May 2005 at 11:11

Voila une galette de riz!


on 16 May 2005 at 18:54

In my experience it is precisely when parents are at the zenith of the trip that child decides not to eat any of the food pre-ordained. I once had to drive back overnight to UK from Turin because ours had decied ONLY M and S babyfood was non-poisonous.


on 16 May 2005 at 20:20

OOOH, Kate a galette, how kind.
BHM, that’s terrifying..


12 May, 2005 at 8:51 pm by belgianwaffle

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?


on 13 May 2005 at 10:46

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


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.


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.


on 13 May 2005 at 19:48

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


on 15 May 2005 at 20:30

Run faster Loc. Fingers crossed for next week.


on 16 May 2005 at 11:01

‘smug married’ you said? Hmmmm ….


on 16 May 2005 at 20:19

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

Fraternal Visit

12 May, 2005 at 8:46 pm by belgianwaffle

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.



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.


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.


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..

The indignities of motherhood

7 May, 2005 at 4:59 pm by belgianwaffle

Princess (loudly and clearly): Qu’est que-ce tu fais Maman?
Me (whispering):� What do you think I’m doing?
Princess (gleefully and loudly):� Maman fait un gros caca!

I would like to point out that this was (a) untrue and (b) even if it were true, not the kind of thing I would choose to share with fellow bathroom users.


on 08 May 2005 at 21:58

Splendid. When she grows up she can engage in that excellent game of being British but actually understanding what they are all saying abroad. Often highly revealing!


on 09 May 2005 at 11:13

Oooh – the lil minx!


on 09 May 2005 at 18:09

brilliant! toilet humour already!


on 12 May 2005 at 19:27

Norah, Pog, Minks, yes.
BHM, you know we’re Irish, don’t you? You should be reading this blog with a Cork accent.

Planckendael? Bah Humbug

6 May, 2005 at 9:48 pm by belgianwaffle

Hurrah, my traffic has gone through the roof, Beth has mentioned me on her blog.  Otherwise today has not been a fantastic day.  No work. Good.  Decided to go to Planckendael. Bad. When we left Brussels, it was nice and sunny. I was wearing my trail about in the mud flares that I got in a mutton dressed as lamb moment. This is important. It was raining in Planckendael. It was muddy.  Unlike teenagers who don’t mind being wet to the knees in their trendy trousers, I like to be dry. So I rolled my trendy jeans up to the knee exposing a lot of hairy leg (look, I am still getting over the rash, shaving is not good – if you care, you will be glad to know that, at least, my legs no longer
look leprous). This is not really the look I was going for.
Meanwhile my daughter splashed in numerous puddles and had a fab time getting wet to the knee. The animals were all, very sensibly, indoors and invisible. Mr. Waffle pointed out that for 30 euros less and considerably more conveniently, we could have had the same experience in the park round the corner from our flat. Without wishing to sound at all partisan, I would like to go on record as saying Planckendael is not half as good as Fota.
We arrived home sodden and muddy. Put the Princess to bed for a nap and collapsed on the sofa. Mr. Waffle’s brother and his wife are coming to stay this evening. I hope that they’re prepared for a quiet time with lots of lovely babysitting…

And she won too.

5 May, 2005 at 2:41 pm by belgianwaffle

Heather is in the Swiss blog awards. I don’t think she’s really too pushed about it herself but you know, I thought it would be nice.  But I can’t work out how to do it and unless someone explains to me soon, I won’t bother (though, I suppose since HJB doesn’t care, it’s no big deal or anything).


on 05 May 2005 at 15:00

I wouldn’t vote for her… she’s too good to win. Only mediocraties ever win those things.


on 05 May 2005 at 15:06

Oh Waffly – how lovely. Actually this is the Swiss being terribly punctual about things – I don’t think it’s happening until next year but Matthias asked me to mention it on the blog and I thought that a bit of blatant electioneering mentioning a few other Swiss blogs would be good.
Jack, that’s terribly sweet of you. I think.


on 05 May 2005 at 19:55

I thought Mediocrates was a Greek philosopher.


on 05 May 2005 at 20:08

Until you discovered Smirnoff?


on 05 May 2005 at 22:49

And there I was quietly patting myself on the back for a reasonable, two-layer word-play when who comes along but The Spokesperson for the League of Anti-mediocrities herself….
There are times when I give up on this deep humour thing, KateEvans. Because there’s always a bigger fish… 😉


on 05 May 2005 at 23:26

So the old ones really aren’t the best ones, then? Rats.


on 06 May 2005 at 00:06

Only when they are delivered with panache and a certain kind of wide-eyedfaith. 😉
ps not a good idea to mention rats… it might upset someone round here.


on 06 May 2005 at 11:00

I heard that. Mind you, they don’t do so well round here ….


on 06 May 2005 at 11:25

Soddit, how DO you get a link into comments? I had some good ratty stuff here: http://www.20six.co.uk/nextEntries/qgmiaosnfzv5


on 06 May 2005 at 21:26

Pog, you are all knowing. Ta. Jack, Kate, Norah, this is all a bit beyond me, I hope you realise that. BHM, as a person who can’t even work out how to vote in blog awards, I am poorly positioned to answer that.
HJB, NEXT YEAR??? You realise that by then I will have three small children and it will take all my energy to get out of bed, pull on my dressing gown and struggle to the kitchen. If they can’t take my vote now, it may never come…

Those go ahead Americans

5 May, 2005 at 2:33 pm by belgianwaffle

My sister wants to know what I know about copyright and trademark law.  Not a lot.

“Reason I ask is that a colleague from work and I would like to file a patent but the US government patent site is very confusing.”


on 05 May 2005 at 15:48

Unless it’s a patent on a product that makes internet sites easier to understand. Could be a winner…

Friar Tuck

on 05 May 2005 at 15:49

Ah, good. You do pro bono work. Expect my packet of questions in the post.


on 06 May 2005 at 21:24

JD, good point. Locotes, even better point. Have no idea what it’s for, this is her description “Its definitely worth investigating. Probably a better way to spend my time rather than playing Spider Solitaire”. And who am I to quibble with that?
FT, no.

English Whimsey; American Genius

5 May, 2005 at 2:18 pm by belgianwaffle

Am back rereading the collected Dorothy Parker. Particularly liked this from a review of an A.A. Milne offering.

“The cabinet minister talks softly and embarrassingly to Sally – “Ah Selly, Selly, Selly” – but that is not enough. He must tap out to her, on the garden wall, his message, though she is right beside him.  First he taps, and at the length it would take, the letter “I”. Then he goes on in to “l”, and, though surely everone in the audience has caught the idea, he carries through to “o”. “Oh, he’s not going on into “v””, I told myself. “Even Milne wouldn’t do that to you”. But he did. He tapped on through “v”, and then did an “e”. “If he does “y””, I thought, “I’m through.” And he did. So I shot myself. [….]

The play ends with him sitting at his desk, one hand tapping out “Good-bye, dear” – what a man; he must have had woodpecker blood in him! – while the other grasps the pen…”

Belgian Parking

5 May, 2005 at 2:04 pm by belgianwaffle
Total cost to me of parking my car on the street all day: €10 plus 4 trips out to feed the meter.
Total cost of parking fine received yesterday when I forgot to feed the meter (hey, I was busy): €12 plus no trips to the meter.
Personally, I think they need to rethink their level of fines.  I also finally understand why I am the ONLY person in Belgium who pays for parking  up front.

The Amaryllis yesterday

1 May, 2005 at 2:59 pm by belgianwaffle

The same amaryllis today:


on 01 May 2005 at 15:25

Okay, no flowers, but its got leaves now. Perhaps you can’t have both?

Friar Tuck

on 01 May 2005 at 19:10

I presume you are using this to teach Princess a lesson on the fleeting nature of this life?


on 02 May 2005 at 21:40

I used to have a wonderful stand of tulips that I brought home with me from the UK.
This morning I had a very sick dog and no more tulips. He even dug up the bulbs.

Friar Tuck

on 02 May 2005 at 22:55

Did you notice that it appears to be trying to jump out the window? I’d put it on a suicide watch if I were you.


on 03 May 2005 at 11:47

Dear me. They’ll be calling in the NSPCP …..


on 03 May 2005 at 16:58

It always happens if I eat fruit too.


on 05 May 2005 at 14:02

Locotes, we live on the second floor, relax. What’s watering?
MWM, well, maybe, but if so, why couldn’t we hang on to the flowers?
FT, it’s jumped.
JD, um, did he eat the bulbs?
Pog, the inspectors are at the door.
BHM, at last, now I know where we’re going wrong…


on 05 May 2005 at 15:41

Flowers, leaf and bulbs…


on 06 May 2005 at 21:22

Terrifying. Get a child. It’s easier to put things out of its reach.


on 08 May 2005 at 16:12

Hmmm… there’s always the question about what to do with it when you want a holiday or some sort of a life. Kennels don’t generally take them I believe – even with full MMR etc certs…
And the poor houses are long gone, so there’s not even hope of refuge to be had in later and declining years…


on 12 May 2005 at 19:29

JD – Grandparents?


on 13 May 2005 at 09:53

Not unless I dig them up…


on 13 May 2005 at 19:28

Go, go, go…


on 13 May 2005 at 19:31

As in away? 🙁


on 13 May 2005 at 19:39

No as in start digging.


on 13 May 2005 at 19:55

But they’ve dead. 😐


on 15 May 2005 at 20:29

Picky, picky, picky.

Petit Bateau

1 May, 2005 at 2:50 pm by belgianwaffle

She came to Petit Bateau to buy t-shirts.  Like me, you will have assumed that it was only for children’s clothes, but it goes up to 18. You may say that it’s a long time since I’ve seen 18, but 18 year olds are a lot bigger than they were in my day. And their t-shirts are cheap (in contradistinction to their babies’ things which are terrifyingly expensive) and fabulous and don’t have a brand name across the front.  I offer you this information for nothing.  I am good and kind. And the best dressed one bought a beautiful little dress for the Princess also, which you may inspect here where my daughter has chosen to model it with a sieve.


on 02 May 2005 at 21:37

That’s a really cool sieve. Not so sure about the dress though…


on 03 May 2005 at 11:46

She’s looking very grown-up waffley. Just as well – she’ll be on big sis duty soon ……


on 05 May 2005 at 14:03

Yes, gentlemen, I know the seive is a worry.
Pog, I know, well she has 4 and a half months and she would need all that time to adapt, if she had the remotest idea of what was coming.

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