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Relaxing trip to Ireland

21 December, 2005 at 3:19 pm by belgianwaffle

For five minutes there on Sunday, all was sweetness and light. Mother-in-law had taken the Princess for a walk, Mr. Waffle was at the supermarket collecting essential supplies, father-in-law was running up a mountain and the boys were asleep. Then they woke up and we haven’t stopped since. The Princess has acquired a miserable cold and is spreading snot and gloom about the house. And we need to recruit our energies, we’re still recovering from the considerable trauma of flying with three children. A vignette: picture me running back to the plane with Daniel strapped to my chest while Mr. Waffle comforts herself and minds Michael. Guess who left doggy on the plane? You will be relieved to hear that I found him. As we left the airport, my loving spouse pointed out that we would have to do this every week for the next three weeks. We are psychologically preparing ourselves for Saturday’s flight to Cork.

Despite exhaustion, it is nice to be in Dublin with its extensive babysitting facilities. The in-laws are being very virtuous. I have forgiven my father-in-law for saying “Michael is the man for me, he’s very alert but the other fella, he may have his virtues, but to me he’s just a blob”.

The publishing exec jetted back to her family home from exotic London, looked at me and exclaimed in horror “My God, you look exhausted”. She continued in this vein for some time and then noticing my expression amended “Exhausted but, er, really well”. The pub exec is hovering on the brink of promotion whereupon she hopes to do more literary fiction. At the moment she is stuck in the slough of celebrity biographies and TV tie-ins. I suspect publishing may be the only field of endeavour where people would rather deal with less famous people. I foresee a falling off in the quality of her gossip.

I have taken to breastfeeding the boys in public (well, the presence of my parents-in-law) with a muslin square draped over my person for decency. You may assess the success of this from photos to be posted after Christmas (possibly).

So that I could ensure continued breastfeeding and a certain amount of socialising, I brought my breast pump from Brussels. Imagine my chagrin when I realised that I had forgotten one of the six component parts without which it is useless. Oh bitterness. I was recounting my woes on a visit to my friend D who is the mother of a very sweet 8 month old baby. Before we had children, we spoke of other things but now we only speak of baby related stuff or as D pointed out, we may start on other subjects but we are always distracted by fascinating things like breast pumps. And is it not fortunate that this is the case? Yes indeed, because of this and the stranglehold which the Avent corporation has on the breastpump market, she was able to lend me the relevant bit of breastpump from her spare one. The publishing exec asked in some horror whether this was the kind of thing you can share. What can I say, when you’ve breastfed twins in public, sharing bits of breastpumps is really not a problem.

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geepeemum

on 21 December 2005 at 15:46

Your fil sounds hilarious. Unless, I guess, one is feeling at all hormonal at the time. Make the most of the babysitting. We expect to hear of lots of glittering soirees…. 0
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Minkleberry

on 21 December 2005 at 19:29

What a great blog- tonnes on action in there!
I’m a Medela electric woman all the way. All that handpumping gives me rsi. 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 22 December 2005 at 04:20

giggling over the breastpump issues. i just found my old handpump (by the end, i liked it better than the medela electric because it was so much more portable). should you need a backup, i have a complete avent one, sterilized and in an adorably anonymous little spongebag. and of course you can share these things, lol, you’re right, once you’ve whipped out a tit in public, what’s a little boiled plastic between friends?? ���

Friar Tuck

on 22 December 2005 at 16:13

Thanks for keeping us abreast of these issues. ���

KateEvans

on 22 December 2005 at 18:53

I’ve found Avent hand pumps to be next to useless, but then my body is slightly reluctant when it comes to milk production. My New Year flight to visit friends will see me dragging along a heavy, bulky, much-bigger-than-a-breadbox electric pump, which doesn’t quite match flying with three children I grant you, but it’s the best I can do. Merry Christmas, waffle. 2
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Lilo

on 25 December 2005 at 21:30

You forgave your fil for saying THAT2 (Sorry, I have questionmark problems these days).
As ever, I’m in utter admiration of your stamina. Very Merry Christmas to you and all your family – I hope the princess makes a speedy recovery and that you’re enjoying a couple of hours off x 0
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beachhutman

on 31 December 2005 at 23:25

Oh, THOSE boys………. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 January 2006 at 10:23

Gosh, there is a lot of knowledge about breastpumps out there… belated thanks for the sweeties KE. 0
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21 December, 2005 at 3:18 pm by belgianwaffle

The other night the boys both slept at the same time. Mr. Waffle arrived downstairs and announced to me “our gums are silent”.

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UndercoverCookie

on 22 December 2005 at 10:53

haha, that is great. does he blog? 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 January 2006 at 10:20

Pog, mmm…UC, nah, he relies on me to transmit his bons mots. 0
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Leaving on a Jet Plane

17 December, 2005 at 9:20 am by belgianwaffle

Yes, indeed we are off to Ireland for Christmas this afternoon with our mountain of luggage, as yet unpacked. As it happens, I do know when I’’ll be back again. We will return to the kingdom of the Belgians on January 4 and I expect updates, if any, to be few and far between until then. Pause here to laugh cruelly at the duration of American holidays as opposed to European ones.

In the interim, I wish you all a very happy Christmas and leave you with a Christmas photo. Note the look of fear on the boys’ faces.

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poggle
on 17 December 2005 at 10:06
Note the evil smile on the face of the Princess … oooh dear.

kristin (Homepage) on 17 December 2005 at 12:17 I agree with pog — not only the fear on the boys’ face, but the gleeful mischievousness on the princess. have lovely hols, waffley.

Friar Tuck
on 17 December 2005 at 16:21
They do have that “deer in the headlights” look about them.

Lilo
on 18 December 2005 at 11:32
I think your boys look like they’re trying to keep very, very still.
Happy Christmas Ms Waffle x

jackdalton
on 18 December 2005 at 18:12
‘Now if I just knock these together…’ thought Princess. But then she realised there was a camera present. So she smiled her big smile and waited for a better, less camera-prone moment.
🙂
Have a Happy Christmas, ‘waf and co.

Minkleberry
on 19 December 2005 at 07:37
Those pregnancy hormones have really kicked in. This piccie’s got me wailing. So adoreable!

Bobble
on 21 December 2005 at 11:07
Have a fabulous natale all of you – hope my card arrived?!

belgianwaffle
on 09 January 2006 at 10:20
Thank you all very much – have been poor at replying to comments recently but all is now restored to normal…

16 December, 2005 at 11:23 am by belgianwaffle

Dec 15

Cavan Crash ~ Interview Sgt Jim Greene

He is warning motorists
to exercise extreme caution if driving in Co Cavan near Ballinea where more than 5,000 chickens escaped from a lorry following an accident. The chickens have begun to lay eggs.

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Friar Tuck

on 17 December 2005 at 03:03

Sounds eggstremely dangerous.

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16 December, 2005 at 11:20 am by belgianwaffle

“Unbelievable
as it may now sound, that keyboard layout [QWERTY] was designed in 1873 as a
feat of anti-engineering. It employs a
whole series of perverse tricks designed to force typists to type as slowly as
possible, such as scattering the commonest letters over all keyboard rows and
concentrating them on the left side (where right-handed people have to use
their weaker hand). The reason behind
all of those seemingly counterproductive features is that the typewriters of
1873 jammed if adjacent keys were struck in quick succession, so that manufacturers
had to slow down typists. When
improvement in typewriters eliminated the problem of jamming, trials in 1932
with an efficiently laid-out keyboard showed that it would let us double our
typing speed and reduce our typing effort by 95 percent. But QWERTY keyboards were solidly entrenched
by then. The vested interests of
hundreds of millions of QWERTY typists, typing teachers, typewriter and
computer salespeople, and manufacturers have crushed all moves toward keyboard
efficiency for over 60 years.”

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Friar Tuck

on 16 December 2005 at 18:36

At one time, you could buy Dvorak computer keyboards, which arranged the keys in the (supposedly) most efficient layout. I have not seen them advertised in ages, however.

beachhutman

on 16 December 2005 at 19:49

Of such absurdities are our worlds constructed. Of course the French decided to use the AZERTY layout, which is actually no better at all for typing French, but makes the point that at least it is NOT ENGLISH, which is the main thing for the Anglophobe French. “Ordinateur Individuelle” forsooth! 0
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Maitresse

(Homepage)

on 03 January 2006 at 18:54

Ha! I remember hearing something like that once. In my world, I have typed so much that I’ve rubbed all the letters off the keyboard of my iBook G4 since I got it in February 2004, so I no longer can tell where the letters actually are… I have to rely on the memory in my fingertips. One day I’ll get around to fixing it but for now it looks kind of cool to have a computer with a mostly blank keyboard!

belgianwaffle

on 09 January 2006 at 10:24

Very cool! 0
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16 December, 2005 at 11:16 am by belgianwaffle

I only ask
because this appeared in the Irish Independent on December 8:

“IARNROD
Eireann could soon have some competition on the railways, from cross-border
trains, or until a proposed tunnel to Wales opens up

I think
that I may have been away for too long.

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16 December, 2005 at 11:14 am by belgianwaffle

My sister
has been working for the same American multinational since leaving
college. She started in the UK, then she was sent to Germany, then China, then the US.
Each move was accompanied by a promotion and a hefty salary
increase. I bask in her reflected glory
and only experience very mild envy, no really.
Guess where she’s off to in the new year with promotion and hefty salary
increase? Just as well, another Chicago winter would have killed her.

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poggle

on 16 December 2005 at 11:41

Is there a clue in the title at all? It’s Brockley, isn’t it? That’s the name of my local Indian restaurant … 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 16 December 2005 at 15:02

My wanderlust heart is green with envy. How’s that for a mixed metaphor?

Friar Tuck

on 17 December 2005 at 16:23

Ahh, I have fond memories of the case of “Ghandi’s revenge” I experienced in Delhi. Well, maybe not exactly fond.

belgianwaffle

on 09 January 2006 at 10:18

You should contact my sister and tell her all about the attractions… 0
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15 December, 2005 at 1:06 pm by belgianwaffle

The school boasts a big advantage for us – it’s round the corner from
where we live. The Head, however, describes it as “socially
mixed” and my middle class soul was a little nervous about this.
Of course, I felt bad about feeling nervous and Mr. Waffle, who seems
to suffer from none of the usual middle class hang-ups despite having
attended fee paying private schools said bracingly “what would happen
if everyone refused to send their children to socially mixed schools?”.
Today, I discovered that one of the consequences of being
“socially mixed” is that a lot of the children don’t speak
French. The teacher was delighted to discover that madam a) spoke
French and b) was toilet trained. I must say, all of this
unnerved me a bit but a lot of the children who don’t speak French are
Polish and I found this comforting because I sort of see the Poles as
like the Irish; catholic, committed to education etc., no NOT
feckless. Anyway, she’s only 2 and a half, how much of a
problem can it be that half of her classmates can’t speak French?
But my heart sank as we were leaving and I saw the teacher put on
“Finding Nemo”. Somehow it seems wrong, but, you know, good for
crowd control.

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kristin

(Homepage)

on 15 December 2005 at 16:51

I completely sympathize with your m-c soul and the fear of Finding Nemo. Remember, at this age it’s all socialization (btw, was nemo in french or english?) and even if it’s learning to hang out with poles and watch movies, that’s not such a bad thing to know at 2.5. and she’ll be trilingual in no time.
and can i say wow about the potty training? lucy is just 3, and so ready to move on to the next class at preschool, except that she’s got to be potty trained, and she’s resisting peeing at school. sigh.
clever princess, starting school. kisses to her.

Peggy

(Homepage)

on 16 December 2005 at 10:00

You don’t mention anywhere: what was the Princess’ reaction ? Is she thrilled she will soon be going to school? Did she want to stay and watch the film with the others?

belgianwaffle

on 16 December 2005 at 11:07

FT, indeed.
Kristin, thank you, that makes me feel a lot better. Am sure your toilet training blues will pass shortly though I realise it is a pain at the moment. Nemo was in French, by the way.
Peggy, that was the worst bit, she loathed it and was like a briar for the rest of the day. I think she was slightly overwhelmed by the numbers and she said to me afterwards “That’s not my school Mummy, my school is different”. I’m not sure what she was expecting but it’s fair to say that her expectations weren’t met. 0
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14 December, 2005 at 9:47 am by belgianwaffle

For example, last
night the Princess sought vainly for my attention as I tried to simultaneously cook dinner and express 200mls of
breastmilk (I know 200 mls, amazing eh?). Standing under a hot shower in the
morning can lead to me spraying the walls with milk in a sort of
sub-Psycho fashion (a little too much information?).

Last night, having fed the boys
all evening at about 1.00 in the morning, I prodded my poor spouse
awake and said “give Michael a bottle, I can’t stand it any
more”. At 5.00, I woke up and having fed the babies, trotted out
to the kitchen to take meat out of the freezer for dinner (which I had
forgotten to do last night, no, this is not a regular feature of my
nights). On opening the fridge, I found that the expressed
bottle of breast milk was still there, which meant that Mr. Waffle had,
all gasp please, given Michael formula earlier in the evening.
Since my husband had disappeared from the marital bed, I had a look
round the house for him to discuss this serious matter. Found him
on the couch looking up the phone book for the number of a local
bookshop. He wanted to order a Princess Waffle memorial book for
the creche. I had to have out the matter of expressed milk v
formula so I was only momentarily distracted by the weirdness of his
timing.
Me: You gave Michael FORMULA.
Him: Eh?
Me: When you gave him the bottle.
Him: Oh right.
Me: But there was expressed milk in the fridge.
Him: Sorry, missed it.
Me (purple in the face with indignation): What?
Him: Are we really arguing about this at 5.00 in the morning?
Both collapse in mildly hysterical giggles as oddness of my behaviour becomes apparent.

A little tired today…

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Bobble

on 14 December 2005 at 09:59

“Standing under a hot shower in the morning can lead to me spraying the walls with milk in a sort of sub-Psycho fashion”

Marvellous. 0
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Minkleberry

on 14 December 2005 at 12:19

I’m still overwhelmed with admiration at your ability to feed two new(ish) and hungry babies.
At 5am I was ignoring my big child as he whimpered for attention in his bedroom, whilst simultaneously avoiding eye-contact with the cot that is now sharing our bedroom.
Incidentally, me and Jimi have some of our best rows in the wee hours. 0
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Peggy

(Homepage)

on 14 December 2005 at 13:14

I’m very impressed by the happy ending of your story.
I think I would have poured the expressed milk in the bottle of coffee that Jim takes to work everyday.

geepeemum

on 14 December 2005 at 16:51

Ummm – sleeping? 0
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beachhutman

on 14 December 2005 at 21:59

Formula is very GOOD you know……. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 15 December 2005 at 12:27

BhM, formula is the root of all evil, don’t quibble.
GPM, very dull..
Peggy, how imaginative you are.
Minks, am awaiting your new arrival with bated breath. Unlike Ez, I suspect.
Bobble, we aim to please.
HJB, 2 sweeties, you are too kind. For this, I can confirm that there are no mad axe men in Switzerland. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 15 December 2005 at 16:28

I can remember a day in the not-so-distant past when a certain someone smugly smirked at me because I must arise at 5.30 every morning. So for the record I would just like to say that at 5.00 this morning I was snug in my bed. {smirk}

belgianwaffle

on 16 December 2005 at 11:08

My agony will end. Smirk. 0
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11 December, 2005 at 1:57 pm by belgianwaffle

Blog anniversary
Two years yesterday.  Who would have thought that I would have the stamina?  To celebrate I had intended to change my decor, update my favourites and do a post explaining why my favourites are all fabulous with lots of links.  But it’s hard to do that with a baby in one or both hands.  Maybe not so much stamina after all.

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jackdalton

on 11 December 2005 at 21:58

Happy blogerty, ‘waf 🙂
Oh and greetings from the other side of town where the Winterpret is winding down for the night and the last of the crepes sucre from a stall just down Rue de la Bourse from St Nicolas have been Daltoned
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 12 December 2005 at 02:09

Happy Blog-versary! ���

poggle

on 12 December 2005 at 11:48

AHA! So you’ve got jd, ay? I’m sure he’ll pop in to babysit so you can redecorate the blog – if you ask him nicely.
Jack? Where are you going?
(Happy Blirthday, waffley …) 1
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Angela

(Homepage)

on 12 December 2005 at 13:32

Happy Anniversary! I’m hoping you have many many more (babies and) anniversaries!
A few weeks back, I caught a televised travel special (Globe Trekkers?) on Belgium. They showed a bunch of very old women making lace by throwing around little thimble things. It was absolutely amazing. Is that what Belgium is like?! If so, I’m moving immediately. And I’m hoping you’ll meet me some time for tea. ���

Bobble

on 12 December 2005 at 14:20

I second getting Jack to do all the work. 0
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beachhutman

on 12 December 2005 at 18:19

We could all write our own puffs……. 0
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jackdalton

on 12 December 2005 at 22:16

Hey!! This is work, I’ve been in the a conference since 9 this morning!!
Anyway, I don’t have the a current license to drive a twin buggy…. 😉 0
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Lilo

on 12 December 2005 at 22:22

Happy Blogday Ms Waffle. You define the word ‘stamina’, so I shouldn’t worry. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 14 December 2005 at 09:09

Thank you for good wishes and sweeties. Glad to see that you are still about JD. And conferences aren’t work.
Angela, yes thimble throwing is central to who we are in Belgium. Please come and visit. 0
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jackdalton

on 14 December 2005 at 22:50

Oh yes they are! YOU try and sit through two days of rapid-fire stuff on FP7, foresight, cross-cutting thematics and ERA /ERC mechanisms and see just how much work it can be!!!! 0
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poggle

on 15 December 2005 at 09:06

What language is that, jd? 0
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jackdalton

on 15 December 2005 at 11:20

Euroish. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 15 December 2005 at 12:21

I find it more depressing than I can say that I know what these acronyms stand for. Anyway at the rate things are going, there’ll be no budget for FP7. 0
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9 December, 2005 at 1:53 pm by belgianwaffle

My sons will be baptised in Cork over Christmas thus ensuring for my
mother a lifetime of retrieving ecclesiastical paperwork for her
grandchildren. We’re hoping to be more
prepared than we were for the Princess’s christening. We didn’t know that you needed a candle. When the crucial moment arrived, I hissed at
my aunt “You’re very religious, why didn’t you tell us we needed a
candle?” “I thought you knew” she hissed
back. Her highness was christened under a night light retrieved from a side
altar. Your baptismal candle is supposed
to enjoy further outings at your communion and confirmation – that’s probably
why they don’t use night lights. We knew
that she needed a white garment alright and proudly produced a white cot
blanket. We were somewhat abashed to see
that the little overachiever being christened at the same time as the Princess
had an elaborate lacy number with her name embroidered on it. It was probably vomit free too.

My religious aunt is to be godmother to Daniel. I phoned her the other day to confirm dates
and times and she told me tartly that she has purchased two christening candles. Now, who will buy lacy garments and
embroider their names on them?

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Manboobs

on 09 December 2005 at 15:22

Dirty Nappy; Clean Soul. Congratulations 0
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Minkleberry

on 09 December 2005 at 19:13

Bobble, thats such a relief- my poor Nanny has been so worried about mine and my sisters eternity in limbo. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 09 December 2005 at 19:28

Minkle, only infants get a pass. Unless you are a precocious two year-old, your Nanny should continue worrying, not about Limbo, but worse!
But back to the baptismal garment, I know someone who makes their living selling handmade ones. It’s too late for flapjack and pancake, but I can put you in touch for any subsequent progeny.

kristin

(Homepage)

on 09 December 2005 at 23:06

My daughter was christened in a haze of high, high episcopalian incense, and my poor baptist mother still hasn’t recovered. She only stood the christening dress because lucy looked so adorable in it, but once the recitation of the saints started, she looked very pale. the event was particularly memorable because my sister’s hair caught fire from the candle she was holding during the procession to the font. the mom of the other baby who was being baptised that day offered to give us the videotape of kera on fire, for posterity. i think she was just jealous that lucy was such a cutie.

beachhutman

on 11 December 2005 at 10:36

If you think THAT’s a palaver, wait for first communions ! 0
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belgianwaffle

on 14 December 2005 at 09:13

Bob, Minks, MB, aren’t you glad that we have FT to sort these things out for us? FT, start your own blog in the new year or face dire consequences.
Kristin, that’s hilarious, superb story.
BHM, I know, I know. 0
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9 December, 2005 at 7:57 am by belgianwaffle

“Dear sibling,

Either you misunderstood me or are being liberal with the truth for
literary purposes. If it’s the latter fine (never let the truth interfere with
a good story) – if it’s the former I think you should remember I said I would
give them 5 minutes of crying before I pick them up – usually babies cry more
when I hold them. 5 minutes or until I get frustrated with
Sudoku!

Anyway if they know what’s
good for them they will not get into a battle of wills with me (for I never lose
such battles)
. [Editor’s note: this is, in fact, correct].”

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KateEvans

on 14 December 2005 at 16:36

This is precisely why I never write stuff about my brother on my blog. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 15 December 2005 at 12:27

Siblings. Blah. 0
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8 December, 2005 at 7:17 pm by belgianwaffle

My sister
has volunteered to babysit while we’re in Cork.
“Just so long as you don’t expect me to pick them up when they cry”.

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giftofthegab

on 08 December 2005 at 19:47

sure, cos like being the only adult alone in a room with 2 screaming babies is so much better than having to pick them up. 0
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formerfilmexpert

on 08 December 2005 at 19:57

well they must stop crying eventually! 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 07:58

Sez, Gotg, please note corrections and clarifications. 0
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7 December, 2005 at 9:25 am by belgianwaffle

Michael will only sleep in a parent’s arms,
preferably mine. Ideally he likes to
sleep with his little gums clenched to my breast. I feel like an enormous soother. Last night he wailed until brought into bed
with us. Mr. Waffle had earlier been
complaining that the bed was clammy (I refuse to change the sheets more than
once a week. Who am I? Jackie Kennedy?* Did baby vomit ever hurt anyone?). “Obviously
Michael doesn’t find it clammy” I said.
“He’s no judge” retorted my loving spouse “10 weeks
ago he was floating around in amniotic fluid”.

Daniel loves the mobile that hangs over the cot
and whenever it is turned on he laughs with delight. He tends to wake up once or twice a night,
eat and go back to sleep. One night when I
went to rescue a wailing Michael from the cot (What am I doing here? Take me to
the clammy bed this instant! Where’s my enormous dummy?), I noticed that Daniel was wide awake as well
and instead of wailing he was smiling benignly up at the cot mobile. Clearly, he’s an easy to please middle child.

*
My mother says that she had her sheets changed twice a day. Well, wouldn’t you, if you were married to JFK?

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Bobble

on 07 December 2005 at 10:28

Waffly you never cease to amaze. If your hubby thinks you are the inimitable Jackie-O it’s time to ask for a bigger dress / spa / sunglasses allowance x 0
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giftofthegab

on 07 December 2005 at 19:17

twice a day???? 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 08 December 2005 at 02:25

i heard that was when she was with Ari. Which, really, just echoes your point, Waffley, about wouldn’t you want to change the sheets if you were married to jfk — well, all the more so if you’re married to an extremely small, extremely wrinkly greek shipping magnate.

Beth

(Homepage)

on 08 December 2005 at 14:40

I don’t know what you are talking about, my sheets are pristine. The duvet, however, is covered in vomit. I wonder what Jackie O’s policy on duvets was?

belgianwaffle

on 08 December 2005 at 15:11

Beth, I am wild with envy. Cannot say what the policy on duvets was..
Kristin, can’t help feeling that JFK was more likely to have been romping about in the marital bed with third parties, whatcha reckon?
GOTG, see previous.
Bobble, you are so kind, I think this is an outstanding suggestion.
Teverde, SECOND chicken little? You deserve danger money. 0
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beachhutman

on 08 December 2005 at 21:58

Now on THIS one I’m with Mr W. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 08:15

Hmm, what’s everybody’s problem with clammy? 0
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6 December, 2005 at 3:37 pm by belgianwaffle

“Trust all well: [logistics for getting from Dublin airport to the in-laws’ house at Christmas] have
gotten a bit complicated as, on the day, Granny is working and brother/sister-in-law are
at a christening, of all things. Granny and I have come up with the following. I
go to airport with the Opel, with room for all luggage, Parent A and 3 kiddies
securely strapped in rear, In the meanwhile whilst car is heading back to
Monkstown, Parent B (sans luggage) takes the Aircoach to a south-side
destination (say the Raddisson) where said Parent B will be picked up by me
after depositing Parent A and threesome in Monkstown. If this seems
workable, all you need to do is decide on who A and B
are.”

At present, we are trying to persuade my poor father-in-law that it might be appropriate for us to get a cab.

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worcesterpark

on 06 December 2005 at 15:40

From the sound of it, one cab each would be the best bet. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 06 December 2005 at 16:16

Charter a coach. It will impress the hell out of the neighbors.

kristin

(Homepage)

on 06 December 2005 at 16:32

I hate to ask, but are car seats a concern? Good Lord, three car seats. I can barely manage Lucy’s, let alone those for two infants and a princess.

belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2005 at 09:28

Oh yes, Kristin, car seats are a serious concern. I’d rather not discuss,it’s just too complex.
FT, good thought.
WP, or maybe 3?
HJB, quite. 0
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formerfilmexpert

on 07 December 2005 at 15:39

or grandparents can take all 3 children and parents A and B go off gallavanting!! 0
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belgianwaffle

on 08 December 2005 at 15:09

Hmm, is that a bit overoptimistic? 0
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5 December, 2005 at 10:39 am by belgianwaffle

When Mr.
Waffle was 7, his parents moved to Venezuela for six months. I was looking at the pictures from Venezuela with him and his mother one day and
there was one of him in a rather twee t-shirt featuring a little boy and girl
fishing together. “Oh yes” he said
bitterly “my ‘gone wishing’ t-shirt”. On closer inspection, the words “gone wishing”
did indeed feature in faded letters over the picture on the t-shirt. It appeared that because they were only in Venezuela for 6 months, his mother had not
considered it necessary to get all the kit required by the school and instead
of the regulation gym t-shirt, she had issued Mr. Waffle with the “gone
wishing” number. This had obviously
scarred his sensitive soul.

Please bear
this incident in mind when considering the following piece of dialogue.

Me: It says on her school list that we
have to get her a “tablier”, what the hell is that?

Him: Kind
of a smock thing, but we can just cut down one of my old shirts.

Me: But it gives the name of the shop where we
can buy them…

Him: But there’s no need, one of my old shirts
will be fine.

Me: But she
won’t have a smock like the other children.

Him: But,
for heaven’s sake, it doesn’t matter, it’s only to keep her clothes clean when
she’s painting.

You will be delighted to hear that, in defiance of my husband, I went to the authorised supplier and
purchased a tablier, pictured below.
Seriously, would a cut down shirt have done? Please note
the pencils and paintbrushes embroidered above the pocket before giving
your answer.

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UndercoverCookie

on 05 December 2005 at 11:00

but what if she turns out to be only kid in the tablier and all the other kids are in cut down shirts? 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 05 December 2005 at 15:33

ROARING with laughter over cookie’s comment. but you would think that mr. waffle would be more sympathetic, given the Gone Wishing incident.

Friar Tuck

on 05 December 2005 at 15:42

You’ll spoil her rotten, you will. But the smile makes it all worthwhile.

LondonMom

on 05 December 2005 at 21:36

Simply fab!

belgianwaffle

on 06 December 2005 at 15:21

Bobble, right as ever.
UC, you have a very cruel streak and you too Kristin.
Ta, FT, LondonM. 0
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StarCorner

on 06 December 2005 at 20:20

Nope – Mr W’s old shirt would not have looked as cute as this!! 0
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belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2005 at 09:28

That’s right Star, excellent comment. 0
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Peggy

(Homepage)

on 07 December 2005 at 12:25

An old tee-shirt, even in adult size, would not have covered her sleeves as much as this lovely tablier does.

belgianwaffle

on 08 December 2005 at 15:08

And you’re Belgian, Peggy, so your advice is obviously correct, I intend to draw my husband’s attention to this very important point this evening. 0
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beachhutman

on 08 December 2005 at 21:57

Nope. ALWAYS get the kit the others have, as long as the overdraft can stand it…..
I remember the shame all too well
A. Man. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 08:16

Yeah, parents can be very cruel. 0
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5 December, 2005 at 10:35 am by belgianwaffle

The other
morning I found that Mr. Waffle had drawn a map of the supermarket and indicated
on it where all the items we needed were to be found. I scoffed.
I chucked it out. Then on
Saturday morning as I traipsed around the supermarket with Little Ms. Cranky,
and found that I had forgotten to get garlic in the vegetable section and wipes
in the baby bit, I began to wish that I had the supermarket map. What on earth is this happening to me?
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4 December, 2005 at 11:18 am by belgianwaffle

I took the Princess to the supermarket. I bought a Kinder
Surprise thingy containing Chicken Little to encourage good
behaviour (if you don’t know who he is, just be glad). Not only did this not work, it ensured that I spent
much time lying down in the supermarket aisles trying to rescue the
wretched chicken from under shelves where he was regularly flung by her
majesty in moments of petulance. And she had to take off her
boots. And NOTHING was going right and, by gum, everyone in the
supermarket had to know it.

We bought our Christmas tree in the supermarket car park. The
romance, the glamour. The Princess was mildly
mollified. As I held her hand and tried to stuff the tree into
the car a man came along and asked whether I could spare him any
change. Then it started to rain. We went home.

The Princess was very keen to decorate the tree. So keen that she
lay on the floor weeping until we allowed her to attach baubles.
And then they wouldn’t go on properly. More weeping.
Meanwhile her father was following her around with spoonfuls of fish
which she had refused to eat earlier. This was not the happy tree
decorating environment I had been hoping for. And now all our
ornaments smell of fish.

Her father bundled her off for her nap while I considered lying on the
floor and weeping. She howled hysterically for 20 minutes.
In between sobs she screamed “I want to decorate the tree”. Just
under an hour later when she woke up, still cranky, her first words
were “I want to decorate the tree”. So we let her decorate the
wretched tree.

Then we went into the kitchen where she threw herself on the floor and
wept (this is getting repetitive for you??). “What’s wrong
sweetheart?” I asked.
Her: I (hysterical sob) wanted to put the (hysterical sob) soap in the dishwasher.
Me: But, darling, it’s too late the dishwasher is already running, you can do it next time.
Her: Waah, waah (throws herself on floor).

Then she went over to Daniel and casually grabbed him by the ankle.
Me: What are you doing, my angel?
Her (insouciantly
and this was the only insouciance of the day):
I’m hurting Daniel.
Me (appalled): Stop it!
Her (indignantly): But I want to hurt him!
Mr. Waffle comes in to find her crying inconsolably on the floor.
Him (in a vain effort to console, you will recall that she was inconsolable): What’s wrong my little flea?*
Her (in tones of outrage between sobs) I wanted to hurt Daniel and Mummy say “No!”

To try to improve everyone’s mood and the boys’ safety, I took her
out. We went to the Grand Place and arrived simultaneously with
Saint Nicolas, two donkeys, a brass band, 4 giants and a number of
people on stilts all of whom were giving out sweets. We got our
first smile of the day. Then we went for ice cream and the nice
waiter gave her chocolate. All was going swimmingly. On the
way home we looked at the Christmas lights in the Sablon and I said
“Instead of taking the tunnel let’s go down the Avenue Louise and look
at the lights there”. With a return to earlier form, she said
huffily that she didn’t want to and I fail to see why I couldn’t have
let well enough alone and taken the tunnel and zoomed home. As we
inched down Avenue Louise at funereal speed, Madam announced “I want to
do a wee”. “Can you wait, sweetheart?”. “No, I do a wee in
my car seat”. And the lights were rubbish too.

*Direct translation from the French; they have odd terms of endearment.

Comments

giftofthegab

on 04 December 2005 at 17:55

classic. i’m sure i won’t find this as funny and endearing as i do when my own small person is capable of such insouciance etc but it’s brilliant stuff. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:09

I am going to make your blog required reading for all friars going through a vocational crisis.

Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:13

It’s hard to believe you are describing the behavior (sorry, behavioUr) of the little angel in the picture.

Minkleberry

on 04 December 2005 at 19:43

I am absolutely terrified of Princess. x 0
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geepeemum

on 04 December 2005 at 21:05

How reassuring. (Probably not for you- but it is sometimes lovely to know other people’s children are the same!)

negrito

on 04 December 2005 at 22:16

That is so fun, because i went to exactly the same places with a few hours of difference ! 0
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poggle

on 04 December 2005 at 23:29

You have the patience of a saint. I would have been sent to my room to reflect on my sins long before the ice cream. 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 05 December 2005 at 01:33

Much sympathy. While this entry is all very moving and reminds me far too much of my own household, the part about the dishwasher detg. is particularly resonant.
The screams, the screams i heard the other night when i had the temerity to flush the toilet after the Wee One had finished using it, rather than allow her to do it herself.
‘But I DO IT, MOMMY! I DO IT!’ This also applies to pressing the button to open/close the garage, get clothing out of the drawer, hmmm. Pretty much anything, come to think of it. I wish you strength.

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2005 at 10:33

Kristin, love the toilet story, excellent stuff and comforting too…
Pog, nah, we’re just guilt ridden modern parents “she’s having a tantrum, it must be our fault..”
Negrito, I know and lovely pictures too!
GPM, well yes, I was reassured by your recent blog on your friend’s child,indicating that she was a demon at 2 and an angel at 3. Hope springs eternal etc.
Minks, so were the other shoppers.
FT, that seems wise and thank you for respecting our whacky European spelling.
GOTG, you are most kind but not as kind as the fab Heather who gave me 2 sweeties. Ta HJB. 0
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Lilo

on 09 December 2005 at 22:42

Fab post. It’s reassuring to read that mine isn’t the only household in which these things are happening. 1
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belgianwaffle

on 11 December 2005 at 13:49

Thank you Lilo – it’s terrifying,isn’t it? And ta for the sweetie too. 0
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Bobble

on 12 December 2005 at 14:18

You really are saints aren’t you? I am afeared for married life. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 14 December 2005 at 09:10

It’s not the married bit that’s the problem… 0
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2 December, 2005 at 4:21 pm by belgianwaffle

unexpected activity in his office. Thanks to the delightful Nicholas for the link.

Comments

dmts

on 02 December 2005 at 18:51

Ha – Friar Tuck’s comments are worthy of a blog in their own right. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 04 December 2005 at 10:28

I know Heather and I encourage him to do so. But he is strangely reluctant. And he has lots of funny stories from his job. Which would make a great blog.. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:06

After reading your blogs, I’m afraid my would not measure up. I feel so inadequate. And they don’t make Viagra for the ego, yet.

dmts

on 05 December 2005 at 06:57

They do Friar Tuck – but we call them sweeties on 20six…. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2005 at 10:27

Ah go on FT, you know you want to, think of the ego candy. 0
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