belgianwaffle

Princess

Christmassy things


Posted in: Mr. Waffle, Princess, Work

Here I am, so keen on my new job that I did a bit of work this evening. And promptly lost it. So while microsoft tries to retrieve it for me, I will take deep breaths and blog.

I love the job, so far, I mean, it’s early days and I haven’t got paid yet, but I am enjoying myself.  And even though the poor Princess was sick last week, I am still glad to be back.  Dutifully, Mr. Waffle took time off on Friday to mind sick baby and take her to the doctor. This was the first time he has taken her to the doctor. Last time, she didn’t like it much.  But it was September and in his other office. However, our girl is a hard hater. She arrived, took one look at the doctor and began to roar. Mr. Waffle tells me that when the trauma of the examination was over he let her go and put her on the floor so that she would understand she wasn’t being held against her will.  Apparently, she promptly ran for the door.

Anyhow, you will be delighted to hear that she appears to be largely recovered. We went to the Christmas market today and had a ride on a merry go round which was most pleasing to the royal person. We also went to a crib exhibition which I thought she might like. In we tripped to the church and she promptly mortified me by roaring “Mass, no, pas mass” and grabbing on to the church door like something from the Exorcist. Apparently, she finds mass dull. Anyway, she was mildly interested in the cribs but fascinated by the styrofoam on the floor which served as fake snow. After a quick roll in the styrofoam, Mr. Waffle took her home while I went to mass (well, I was hardly going to take her). Mr. Waffle informs me that he spent some time removing strofoam pieces from up her nose on his return. The simple pleasures of parenthood.

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 12 December 2004 at 22:56

Good thing you didn’t feed Her Highness pea soup before going to the exhibition!
on 13 December 2004 at 18:29

Work’s going well? Splendid!Princess hates doctors? Can’t blame her!

Princess finds mass a bore? Can’t blame her!

Princess enjoys shoving styrofoam up her nose? Can’t bla….err….haven’t tried it myself.

belgianwaffle

on 13 December 2004 at 20:33

Bobble, how very exotic of you. FT, indeed. Locotes, you never know until you try..

Sleep tight


Posted in: Princess

I’m just back from giving her highness a bottle. Unlike every other 20 month old in the world, our baby does not sleep through the night.  At the moment she is choosing to wake up twice a night which is not as bad as last month’s thrice a night but not quite as good as September’s once a night which led us to hope that she might give it up altogether She likes to taunt us.

Anyway, now that I am back at work, we do the bottles on alternate nights. So Mr. Waffle did last night. And I heard a heartbreaking cry from her room “Mama, Mama, Mama”. And I lay there and didn’t go to her and I felt something tighten in my chest. It was really very hard. And when my loving spouse came back I said “was she ok, I heard her calling me”. And he said “oh, but she always calls for you when I go in”. And I felt terrible. So tonight Mr. Waffle is away for work and I am almost glad that I get to get up and give her her bottles. So in I went in with the bottle. She was sitting up in bed. I said “I’m here, sweetheart” and in a heartbroken voice she said “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” Tell me, do you think she’s just playing with us?

Comments
jackdalton

on 08 December 2004 at 01:18

Absolutely. She knows a soft-touch when she sees one.
It’s an innate characteristic of the young and the non-male.
😐

Bobble

on 08 December 2004 at 11:22

She has a career in the media ahead I feel.

poggle

on 08 December 2004 at 11:52

Of course she is. That girl will go far.

lauren35

on 08 December 2004 at 20:43

as I thought, a true princess

Beth

(Homepage)

on 08 December 2004 at 20:45

She’s just proving who is in charge so you don’t forget.

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2004 at 22:33

FT, yes, good comment. JD, you’re just being cynical. Bobble, Pog, quite possibly. Hmm, Lauren, I didn’t know thta they were supposed to be contrary. Beth, do you really think that’s at all likely?

jackdalton

on 09 December 2004 at 22:52

Cynical? Me?!

belgianwaffle

on 12 December 2004 at 22:13

My mistake, JD.

Modes of transport


Posted in: Princess

When we’re in the car, the Princess tends to chat away to herself. She likes to identify other road users and to compliment herself on her prowess in this regard.

“A vam, clever girl; car, bravo; tram, thas righ; bus, clever girl; bikikle, good girl.”

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 08 December 2004 at 17:20

Okay, Princess, here’s a picture of my car. Can you say “rust bucket”? Good girl!

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2004 at 22:33

Thanks Norah, you are, as always, generous and kind with your sweeties. FT, yes she can.

Exciting!


Posted in: Belgium, Mr. Waffle, Princess

Well, we seem to be spending a lot of time in the car at the moment.  Last night on the way home (without Mr. Waffle), there was a slightly hairy moment involving two other cars, a van and a bicycle.  There was a squealing of brakes and my child was somewhat tossed about in her car seat.  “Well, that was exciting” I said to the Princess. Tonight when we drove home with Mr. Waffle, there was a similar quick stop and the Princess was again tossed in her seat (nobody is to panic, Belgian driving is like this).  She clutched her father’s arm (he was sitting in the back with her) and giggled and said “exciting!”. Mr. Waffle looked at me dubiously “why does she say that?”  “I cannot imagine” I replied while offering hush money to herself.  Though that was partly to stop her requesting that we sing ‘ingle bells’ again.

Comments
jackdalton

on 05 December 2004 at 11:59

Nice one…. 🙂

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2004 at 15:07

Beth, yes, I suppose there is that. Do you know that the French for a seal is “phoque”. I leave pronounciation to your imagination.
JD, thank you..

Locotes

on 05 December 2004 at 23:24

You’re a delightful influence to be sure ms. waffle. And I’m quite sure you were in no way responsible for any shaky moments on the road involving cars, vans, bicycles, elephants, and such and such.

poggle

on 06 December 2004 at 15:43

‘Phoque’? So that’s what she was saying in imperious tones ..

belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2004 at 22:46

Locotes, no, well, not really. Pog, yes, clearly…

Comments

belgianwaffle

on 03 December 2004 at 21:56

Hmm. And more this morning. And she won’t realise that Christmas is over. I could still be jingle belling in Feb.

Friar Tuck

on 03 December 2004 at 22:27

Try distracting her by singing “One hundred bottles of beer on the wall”.

belgianwaffle

on 03 December 2004 at 22:29

Aren’t you the funny one, FT? After all the trouble, I took reviving you as well.

Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2004 at 17:27

Well! I see useful suggestions are not appreciated here! And I did thank you for bringing me back from the dead, sort of.

La crise du jour


Posted in: Princess

Dropped madam off at the creche. Conversation as follows:

Me: Now sweetheart, you’re going to spend the day here. You’ll have your lunch here with M and then you’ll have your nap and your afternoon snack and then you’ll go downstairs to….

Princess (nods head in exaggerated mode): Yes, yes, yes (pushes me towards the door) …niceday Mummy (runs off to play with tricycle).

This evening however it was a different story. I came in to find a tearful girl. M held up the Princess’s bunny “la crise du jour Op-op a perdu son oreille”. The Princess looked anxiously at M “Op-op, oreille” then she turned to me and explained carefully “Hop-hop, ear” but I had already grasped the nature of the tragedy and this evening after my baby went to bed I sat in front of the telly and sewed Hop-hop’s ear back on. I am a supermother.

Comments
Friar Tuck

on 02 December 2004 at 00:39

Wow! Had heard rumors of such creatures, but never thought they actually existed. My hope for the human race is renewed.

poggle

on 02 December 2004 at 12:41

Aw bless – the Princess is translating for you ……

belgianwaffle

on 02 December 2004 at 21:50

Thanks, Bobble, Pog. FT,less of it.

Back on the chain gang


Posted in: Princess, Work

7.00 Alarm clock goes off

7.10 Husband gets into shower

7.30 Husband has breakfast

7.50 Husband asks whether I had better get up

7.55 Drag myself from bed and stand in shower while husband feeds and dresses toddler

8.24 Leave house in car.

8.45 Reach end of road.

9.00 Deposit precious infant in creche. Infant is, frankly, reluctant.

9.30 Arrive in office. Work a bit. Mostly drink tea. Quiet and kind of pleasant.

5.00 Leave office – look it was my first day and it was quiet and dammit, I’m the boss,I can leave when I like – and drive to creche (husband has, alas, gone on a work trip)

5.30 Arrive at creche. Pick up unhappy infant. It appears that she has not wished to eat the fruit which was offered for her afternoon snack and she is distinctly peckish. Creche staff assure me that she has been happy as a sandboy (or girl, I suppose) all afternoon and danced away to music with them. Be that as it may, she is not happy now.

5.35 Depart creche with unhappy baby and discover to my horror that the stash of crackers I keep in the car for just such emergencies as this is sadly depleted. Hand over last cracker.

5.55 Reach the end of the road on which the creche is situated.

6.10 Reach home.

Conversation on the journey has gone as follows:

Princess: Bikkit, bikkit, bikkit!

Me: I’m afraid that you’ve had the last one, sweetheart.

Princees: Bokkle, bokkle, bokkle!

Me: I haven’t got a bottle with me, my angel.

Princess: Giga, giga, GIGA!

Me: Um, I haven’t any Liga either, I’m afraid.

Repeat to fade.

6.11 Give the Princess a Liga.

6.12 Stick dinner in the oven.

6.13 Change infant.

6.20 Lay table, peer at dinner to see whether reheated yet, placate baby with crackers.

6.40 Eat dinner. Persuade infant to try some reheated lasagne

7.00 Clear table and wipe remains of lasagne from wooden floor. Regret that landlord chose not to revarnish the floor before we moved in.

7.15 Look at photo album with infant (she likes that, she gets to see her grandparents).

7.25 Bath.

7.45 Bed.

I’m a shadow of my former self, I can tell you.

Comments
dmts

on 29 November 2004 at 22:11

You are wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. 1 Sweetie(s) given

stroppycow

on 29 November 2004 at 22:20

What’s a Liga?
It doesn’t get any better as they get older. Feeds and dresses toddler is replaced with nag child to get showered and dressed, ensure child has all needed for school before stepping out the door. In the evening creche is replaced with afterschool club, you need to add placate child to get homework done, rush to swimming/ trampoline/ choir etc. Nag child to get teeth brushed and jammas on etc. You get the jist.

demolitionlover

on 29 November 2004 at 22:20

true heather

Friar Tuck

on 30 November 2004 at 00:23

Re: reaching end of road. Wonderful use of figurative language.
Despair not. It will get better… unless it doesn’t.

Mikeachim

on 30 November 2004 at 01:49

Enormous round of applause. Squeezing the day dry (I wish I was as productive)…..

Locotes

on 30 November 2004 at 12:40

Well it sounds like your day only got busy around half 5, which isn’t too bad. Bit confused about the ‘I’m the boss’ bit – is that just what you’re telling yourself? Or have I somehow missed you starting up a company….how exciting.ps – by God, I used to love Liga.

pub exec

on 30 November 2004 at 13:50

Well done waffle in law. Hope it gets easier …

belgianwaffle

on 01 December 2004 at 22:01

Bobble, Heather, Demlov, Mike you are very kind. And HJB, a sweetie too, I’m overwhelmed. Stroppy cow, you’re scaring me – and what do you mean what’s a Liga? It’s a biscuit, a staple of childhood for generations (well I had them when I was little anyway and so did Locotes, I see). FT, hah. You know you’re relying on me to rescue you from your LJS mess. No Loc, I haven’t started my own company, it’s just that I run the local office and my bosses are far, far away.
Pub exec, yeah, getting better now that your brother is back from his travels.