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Happy Birthday


Posted in: Princess

Very excitingly, the handsome Prince sent greetings from the Netherlands. He said, and I quote “Happy Birthday to the Princess Van Haar dappere Nederlandse Prins.”These Hiberno-Dutch princes are great linguists.  And emails from a number of other souls who are excellent at remembering the birthdays of friencs’ offspring.
Alarmingly virtuous.

Matters reached a crescendo today with the presence of 6 children and 9
adults all high as kites from excess sugar intake. Thank God it’s
a full year until next birthday.

Comments
Friar Tuckon 17 April 2005 at 17:54

Surely not a whole year! What about your birthday? Surely Mr. W showers you with an equal amount of attention.

poggleon 18 April 2005 at 10:32

Sugar? All I need is sugar?
Now you tell me.
Felicitations to poor mite/genius.

belgianwaffleon 18 April 2005 at 19:56

Thanks for your kind wishes. Yes, pog, I know, after reading your recent post I can’t help thinking of all the money you could have saved.

Princess loses half a tooth


Posted in: Princess
Creche curious as to whether it was there in the morning.  Self gutted.
Comments
jackdalton

on 07 April 2005 at 21:57

oh the poor little mite. And I haven’t even a toffee to offer…
[actually on reflection that may be just as well]

poggle

on 08 April 2005 at 11:21

The lithp thoundth kinda cute …

Friar Tuck

on 09 April 2005 at 04:59

Don’t be so negative. Although the modelling career is out, she could be the poster child for parental child abuse!

belgianwaffle

on 09 April 2005 at 14:07

I know, Bobble. Thanks for the thought JD, but yes, probably just as well. Well it ith actually. FT, always a word of comfort , eh?

Locotes

on 10 April 2005 at 18:39

How did she lose half a tooth? Boxing at lunchtime again? Skateboarding down railings?

belgianwaffle

on 17 April 2005 at 14:02

I think it was the skateboarding.

Good advice


Posted in: Princess

This evening I hauled out one of the Princess’s toys and started playing with it and she said to me “NO, Mama, NO.”
“What’s wrong darling?”� “For looking at Mummy not for touching, it might break”.

Comments
belgianwaffle

on 01 April 2005 at 20:32

I suppose…

Never offer unwanted advice


Posted in: Princess, Travel

You will remember my various ailments.  Well, despite these, my loving daughter decided that all day yesterday as we trudged around airports only I could carry her.  Would she like to go on Daddy’s shoulders? No. Would she care to walk? No. Would she fancy venturing into the royal buggy? You must be joking. So I carted her round all day because I am sap. When we finally arrived in Brussels, exhausted,10 hours
after leaving my parents’ home in Cork, I put her into the buggy to go from the plane to passport control. A distance of one short travelator.  She went bananas. She roared blue murder. When we arrived at passport control. The woman behind the desk wagged her finger at me reproachfully and said “you must pick her up, you know, you can’t let her cry like that”.

Comments
belgianwaffleon 01 April 2005 at 20:10

VERY

Pipes, scans, fame


Posted in: Belgium, Princess, Reading etc.

So, other news from the Waffles. They are replacing the lead
water pipes on the street. This is particularly good news for
those of us who choose to drink the tap water in Belgium.
On the minus side, they begin digging outside our bedroom window at 7.00 and tend to cut off the water at random intervals during the day. This is scheduled to continue for a couple of months.

Today the Princess is being taken for a scan. She won’t like
that. It’s at lunchtime and she can’t eat for three hours
beforehand. She won’t like that either. I am nervous and I
can’t feel that this counts as “taking it easy”. Sniff.

I missed a major opportunity for fame. A friend is a journalist
on a magazine here and he asked would I be prepared to talk about my blog for an article on Belgian blogging. “Oh yes, new readers” I salivated but alas due to constant meetings at work (ref para 1), I missed the all important interview slot and didn’t make the article. Am gutted.

Comments
poggle

on 22 March 2005 at 11:23

Can I have your autograph?
And good luck with Princess/scans and lazing about …..

Peggy

on 22 March 2005 at 13:51

I am Belgian and I read you regularly. Feel better?
Too many readers destroy the pleasure. You’ll feel like you shouldn’t disappoint people and it won’t be natural anymore.
If you agree I’ll link you on my blog, I’m far from famous but that should attract more “francophone” readers for you.

Friar Tuck

on 22 March 2005 at 18:02

The cure for what ails you, and as luck would have it, the way to increase readership is to floss more often. Oh, sorry!

Angela

(Homepage)

on 23 March 2005 at 03:03

You will be missed.
Best wishes to you on your road to recovery!

belgianwaffle

on 23 March 2005 at 10:18

Jack, do you think, I dunno, I think fame would have suited me. Pog, join the orderly queue. Peggy, je suis tres contente, moi aussi je ferais un lien vers ton site! FT less of it from you. Tried to mail you a number of times but looks like your email is down. Speak to Messrs Peak Peak. FP, you mistake, I am promising more blog now that I am taking it easy, not less!

Tchoup, Tchoup


Posted in: Princess, Reading etc.

T’choupi is the world’s most boring mole.  Our infant daughter loves him.  They have a T’choupi book at the creche and she had to be wrenched away from it kicking and screaming.  Mr. Waffle decided we needed to lay in T’choupi resources of our own and went to the bookshop this weekend to stock up.  He couldn’t see any T’choupi stuff on the shelves, so he asked a bored assistant whether he was familiar with T’choupi the mole.  “No, can’t say I’ve heard of him….unless you mean T’choupi the famous mole?”  and he led Mr. Waffle round a corner to a shrine dedicated to T’choupi. Bingo.

Meanwhile the Princess and I were visiting the Glam Potter and little L.  It will come as no surprise to learn that L has her own T’choupi volume and the two girls sat on the floor tugging at it and screaming “T’choupi, T’choupi” until I came and separated the combatants and escorted herself, kicking and screaming (T’choupi) to the car.

What with one thing and another, “T’choupi” was my book of choice for mass this
morning.  We were somewhat mortified as we went through the mole’s adventures sotto voce to see that the child next to us had a range of religious books which he was carefully perusing.  Came home and related our discomfiture to Mr. Waffle.  “And” I said “one of the books was called ‘Je vous salue Marie'”.  “Yes?”.  “But don’t you tutoyer God along with parents, friends and pets?” “Oh yes but you vousvoyer Mary”.  Dear Lord will the mysteries of French never cease to baffle me?