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Retail Therapy

9 January, 2005
Posted in: Princess

Mr. Waffle sent me off to the sales yesterday to disport myself amid winter bargains. I returned home with one item only.  And it wasn’t even reduced to clear. Yes indeed, I am the proud owner of the last potty in Mothercare.  Oh thus are the mighty humbled, I can tell you.

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 09 January 2005 at 19:49

Content yourself with the thought of what a nice gift it will make for Chicago sis one day. Besides, a little humility never hurt anyone.

belgianwaffle

on 09 January 2005 at 21:01

Stroppy, you’re scaring me. When exactly will shopping for potties start to be retail therapy?
FT, humility, what’s that, what’s it for?

Friar Tuck

on 09 January 2005 at 23:32

You’ve confirmed my worst fears. I’d better get the candles and holy water.

Various

7 January, 2005
Posted in: Princess, Reading etc.

My new year’s resolutions (with apologies to Heather):

1. I will give up swearing. After serious consideration, I have decided to eliminate darn and damn as well as other heavyweight expressions.  Mr. Waffle queries what I will use instead. I said with dignity that “how unfortunate” should meet my needs. “Oh” he said “as in, ‘move your stupid, how unfortunate car out of my way, you how unfortunate moron'”.  Ok, my technique may need some refinement.  Today is January 7 and you are correct in your assumption that my record to date has not been 100%, however, the Princess is endeavouring to keep me on the straight and narrow by repeating incessantly anything I say in a moment of crisis.

2. I will establish a book club.  No really.  Yes, of course you can join, I’ll be desperate for people.

The London Review of Books

Has gone mad.  All this week’s personals are in German.  Funny though.

Illegal Activity

I ignored the signal of a traffic policeman.  Not deliberately.  I didn’t see him.  That’s what I said in my defence before Christmas.  They didn’t buy it (but it was true, I swear – is this swearing?) and a fine for, wait for it, 310 euro was awaiting me on my return.  And my new employer still hasn’t paid me so it’s just as well I’m at home sick really and can’t get out to spend money.

Colours

The Princess is obsessed with colours.  But she has no understanding of what they might be.  She will hold up a yellow jumper and say “pink”. No, we will tell her, it’s yellow.  She will digest this and hold up a  pink jumper and say “red”.  And so on.  And she is obsessed. She keeps asking “colour?”. We are quite keen to let the matter drop because, frankly, it’s only depressing all of us, but she won’t let it go. I suppose that she will get the hang of it eventually.

The Economist

Has decided to have a seasonal joke. See below the entire text from a pre-Christmas article. Title is from Jonathan Swift who suggested in a savagely satirical article of this title that the Irish should eat their babies to keep themselves fed (am I not clever to know this?).  But the thing is, I’m not sure that what worked for Dr. Swift really works for the Economist.  I know that they are laughing at themselves and everything, but it really does sound like the kind of thing they would suggest.  Skip down to the bit under “make mine a monoglot” for details of the modest proposal.

A modest proposal

Dec 16th 2004
From The Economist print edition

How to solve the biggest issue in modern politics

FORGET Iraq and budget deficits. The most serious political problem on both sides of the Atlantic is none of these. It is a difficulty that has dogged the ruling classes for millennia. It is the servant problem.

In Britain David Blunkett, the home secretary, has resigned over an embarrassment (or one of many embarrassments, in a story involving his ex-girlfriend, her husband, two pregnancies and some DNA) concerning a visa for a Filipina nanny employed by his mistress (see article). His office speeded it through for reasons unconnected to the national shortage of unskilled labour. Mr Blunkett resigned ahead of a report by Sir Alan Budd, an economist who is investigating the matter at the government’s request.

In America Bernard Kerik, the president’s nominee for the Department of Homeland Security, withdrew last week because he had carelessly employed a Mexican nanny whose Play-Doh skills were in better order than her paperwork (see article). Mr Kerik also remembered that he hadn’t paid her taxes. The nominee has one or two other “issues” (an arrest warrant in 1998, and allegations of dodgy business dealings and extra-marital affairs). But employing an illegal nanny would probably have been enough to undo him, as it has several other cabinet and judicial appointees in recent years.

There is an easy answer to the servant problem—obvious to economists, if not to the less clear-sighted. Perhaps Sir Alan, a dismal scientist of impeccable rationality, will be thoughtful enough to point it out in his report.

Parents are not the only people who have difficulty getting visas for workers. All employers face restrictive immigration policies which raise labour costs. Some may respond by trying to fiddle the immigration system, but most deal with the matter by exporting jobs. In the age of the global economy, the solution to the servant problem is simple: rather than importing the nanny, offshore the children.

Make mine a monoglot

Many working parents would hardly notice the difference, and there would be clear advantages beyond lower child-care costs. Freeing up rich-country real estate currently clogged with cots and playpens would lower rents; liberating time currently wasted in story-telling and tummy-tickling would raise productivity. For parents who wished to be present at bed-time, video-conference facilities could be arranged.

Luddites and sentimentalists will whinge about the disadvantages of raising a brood in, say, Beijing. Language, for instance: what if one found oneself in possession of a posse of mini-Mandarin speakers? Yet in the age of global culture, few sensible modern parents are susceptible to such small-mindedness. If they were, they wouldn’t so commonly leave their offspring in the care of monoglot Mexicans or Poles.

Unthinking conservatism may spawn resistance to this eminently sensible idea. But politicians, the people most often embarrassed by the servant problem, should be keen to popularise it—not just for themselves, but also in the national interest. Offshoring could help solve several problems afflicting rich-world economies, including that of ageing populations: after all, you get more bairns for your buck in Bangalore. And why stop at toddlers? Difficult teenagers, the offspring most liable to vex political parents, could be conveniently removed: imagine how much easier George Bush’s life would have been had his twins been confined to, say, Pyongyang.�

Comments
belgianwaffle

on 08 January 2005 at 13:27

Mildly funny, FT, thanks for the welcome back, hope Christmas was sunny in the US. Will begin work on St. Anthony shortly and revert.

Present!

6 January, 2005
Posted in: Princess

the 2 best wise men poems on Romy’s site and I thought it would be nice to have a link for the day that’s in it. You will be pleased to know that my little daughter, showing consistency in all her dealings, took the wise men out of the crib and trying to wrest their tiny parcels from them said “Princess, present? OPEN”.

Comments
poggle

on 07 January 2005 at 11:43

aw bless ….

belgianwaffle

on 07 January 2005 at 12:13

Bobble, can’t help feeling that the Princess would really appreciate that. She is distinctly glum that no further presents are forthcoming. Thank you Madam Pog.

Bobble

on 07 January 2005 at 12:43

La Befana brings stones or coal if you have been bad – which I am sure the Princess hasn’t.

belgianwaffle

on 07 January 2005 at 12:53

Coal? Excellent, a win for everyone. Filth for the Princess and home heating for us.

Bobble

on 07 January 2005 at 16:06

She is an equal opportunities giver and no mistake. I much prefer the thought of a witch on a broomstick bringing gifts than Santa.However, Northern Italian mites expect presents from both of them though these days – my Mum would of hit us with the broom if we’d had told her that.

belgianwaffle

on 07 January 2005 at 21:42

Bobble, agree the broomstick is excellent. Approve also of your mother’s no nonsense action with broom.

Illness again

5 January, 2005
Posted in: Princess

Sick as dogs.  Me and the Princess.  We returned from Ireland on Monday (more details to follow when I am in the whole of my health) with rotten colds – and what a fun trip that was.  Today we both got dressed which was a big improvement on yesterday.  On Monday night I said to my loving husband “isn’t it great that I’m sick too, that way I can stay home and mind her”. Please don’t point out the obvious flaw in this reasoning.  I’ve spotted it myself since.  Pending our return to good health and more entries, I attach a copy of the Christmas greeting sent by the Glam Potter which is so fab that everyone deserves to see it.

Comments
Bobble

on 05 January 2005 at 14:37

*passes large box of hankies*

princessfairytoes

on 05 January 2005 at 19:55

one sick husband is worse than 2 sick kids!

Beth

(Homepage)

on 05 January 2005 at 21:11

Well ok, sorry you are sick and all, but a teensy little bit of me feels maybe you deserve it as the price you pay for all the vacation you have. I know, I’m just jealous.
dmts
on 06 January 2005 at 09:49

lovely to see you back – guten besserung….or something like that

belgianwaffle

on 06 January 2005 at 15:21

Bobble,pog, Hjb, thanks for the sympathy. Princess FT, I will be able to investigate this theory as Mr. Waffle has now joined us in snuffling misery. Beth, you’re right, you are just jealous, though I have an inkling how you feel, I got a Christmas round robbin thingy from a Scottish friend who’s married to a Frenchman and living in Paris saying that they would never move away until the rest of the world gave ten weeks paid holidays a year. Wantonly provocative.

Happy Christmas

16 December, 2004
Posted in: Princess

I bought the Princess some clothes for Christmas at lunch time today. This evening I gave her the bag and she opened it and took out the items one by one (“t-shire, nice, skir, not nice, dwess, oh wow). Then she held the dress up to herself and using her chin to hold it in place, inspected herself in the mirror. She turned to me and said “Mummy, dwess open” and once I had opened the buttons, she stuck her hands in the sleeves and went to preen in the mirror. Her father said “Qui est belle?” She turned around to him, smiled smugly and said “belle, oui”. That’s my girl.

We’re going home tomorrow (hence emergency Christmas shop at lunch). We have spent this evening packing and organising and scurrying. And now that all is nearly completed, Hop hop has lost his other ear and I have to sew it back on. I am not pleased with the royal bunny.

So, I will be signing off until 2005. We’re back on January 4 when blog life will recommence. In the interim, may I wish you all a very happy Christmas and New Year.

Comments
dmts

on 17 December 2004 at 09:23

Sch?nen Weihnachten, Waffle.

NorahSplog

on 18 December 2004 at 23:24

Krismas Njema na heri za mwaka mpya Waffle.

DruidX

on 19 December 2004 at 23:23

Err, Au Rivour! Happy christmas et vous.
[I appologise profously for the awfulness of my written french, but I wanted to jump on the bandwagon :)]
Mikeachim
on 19 December 2004 at 23:25

Καλά Χριστούγεννα και μια καλή χρονιά, από Mikeachim.
Have a good one.

poggle

on 20 December 2004 at 12:07

Frohliche Weinachten, Mrs Waffle and kin …

Locotes

on 21 December 2004 at 13:07

Nollaig shona agus athbhliain faoi mhaise duit.
😉

JoJo

on 23 December 2004 at 23:13

same to you & the princess!
see you next year, JJ xxx

belgianwaffle

on 05 January 2005 at 13:56

Ooh, linguistic genius all round eh? Thanks for all your good wishes.

Yes, we have no

14 December, 2004
Posted in: Princess, Work

This morning Mr. Waffle left for work considerably before dawn and the Princess and I got ourselves out of the house on our own somewhat later.

She woke at 7.45 and I collected her from her bed.

“Would you like some porridge?”

“No”

“Will I open the zip on your sleeping bag?”

“No”

“Come on now, we’ll get up and have some breakfast”

“No, no bekast”

“OK, let’s change your nappy.”

“No, no, no! Pas changer, no nappy. Howl”

“OK, let’s just go have some porridge”

“No, down. DOWN”

Put child on floor.

“Cole”

“Will we put on your socks then sweetheart?”

“No, no sock”

We struggle through breakfast (no porridge, no porridge), my shower (no shower Mummy, no shower Mummy), dressing (rigourously folded arms while running about the room to evade capture) and leave the house.

“Will we go to the creche darling?”

“No. No creche.”

“We’ll see M”

“Yes M”

Remember it is M’s day off. “Actually, no, not today”

“No M?” Lusty sobs.

Arrive at creche after only one near miss (“exciting Mummy, again”). Deposit child. Weeping and gnashing of teeth “No mummy, no, no. Hop hop?” Realise Hop hop has been left in the car. Rescue Hop hop. Return to creche, child is playing happily. She catches sight of me and prostrates herself on the floor “No, mama, no, no,” she says reaching out her chubby little arms. I detach myself and depart. Very traumatic all round. I arrived at the office in a state of advanced exhaustion and had a relaxing day of meetings to recover.

Comments
belgianwaffle

on 15 December 2004 at 21:49

Hmm. Thank you pog for extracting the positive..

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