belgianwaffle

Middle Child

Corrections and Clarifications


Posted in: Middle Child, Siblings, Twins, Youngest Child

“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].

Comments

KateEvans

on 14 December 2005 at 16:36

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

belgianwaffle

on 15 December 2005 at 12:27

Siblings. Blah.

Tough School


Posted in: Middle Child, Siblings, Twins, Youngest Child

My sister has volunteered to babysit while we’Â’re in Cork.

“Just so long as you don’t expect me to pick them up when they cry”.

Comments

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.

formerfilmexpert

on 08 December 2005 at 19:57

well they must stop crying eventually!

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 07:58

Sez, Gotg, please note corrections and clarifications.

Sleeping Patterns


Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Twins, Youngest Child

Michael will only sleep in a parentÂ’’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’Â’t find it clammy,” ” I said. ““HeÂ’’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! WhereÂ’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’Â’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?

Comments

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

giftofthegab

on 07 December 2005 at 19:17

twice a day????

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.

beachhutman

on 08 December 2005 at 21:58

Now on THIS one I’m with Mr W.

belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 08:15

Hmm, what’s everybody’s problem with clammy?

All quiet on the home front


Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Twins, Youngest Child

The boys were 2 months old yesterday. They weigh 5.3 and 4 kilos respectively. Daniel only woke up once last night. Michael stayed awake all night muttering darkly about a cold his father has given him. We have received in the post two very nice tops for the boys and a blank card. Was it you? Did you send us these tops?

It snowed over the weekend. The Princess was entranced. Her father took her to the circus which was ok but not as exciting as the light wand thingy L’s father bought her.

I would like to second Negrito’s review of the Belga Queen and add that seeing these toilets for the first time when you are nine months pregnant is enough to give you heart failure.

Comments

Minkleberry

on 28 November 2005 at 17:42

happy 2 months boys! 0
Sweetie(s) given ???

JoJo

on 28 November 2005 at 20:58

would it be really awful of me to claim responsibility for those tops, making myself look, simultaneously, like an amazingly generous, giving woman and a fashion guru for 2-month old boys?
It would?
Damn. 0
Sweetie(s) given ???

belgianwaffle

on 29 November 2005 at 15:49

FT, wise. Ta Minks. Why, Jojo, thank you for your tasteful gift. 0
Sweetie(s) given ???

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Put Upon


Posted in: Middle Child, Princess, Twins, Youngest Child

Parent 1: I’m going to clean the kitchen.
Parent 2: Yes, why don’t you have a little break?

Other things that now constitute a little break: putting out the bins, washing teeth, having a shower.

Comments
If you want a holiday, I have a lot of housework to be done…

Bobble
Waffly, you have my utmost respect and admiration x

giftofthegab
and he’s still alive? mine politely suggested i tend to some laundry of his this morning. i am plotting his downfall as we speak.
Diva
Men are barking mad! ;o)

belgianwaffle
A number of you are making sexist assumptions in relation to who said what..

poggle
But are they right?

belgianwaffle
Um, yeah, but he does the laundry..

poggle
Gotcha. Hee hee.

sarcastic journalist
(Homepage)
Break in my house also constitutes going to the grocery store.

belgianwaffle
Smart pog.
SJ, that IS a break.

Lilo
I’m the same – and I’d add having a pee to my ‘having a little break’ list.

belgianwaffle
You get to go on your own???

Long Night


Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Twins, Youngest Child

The remainder of the night went as follows:
12.30 FINALLY persuade the boys to go to sleep for the night.
1.30 Well, not for the night, obviously, feed them again and pray.
2.30 Boys wake up again and are anxious to play.
3.30 Boys wake up again and are fed.
4.50 Princess wakes up and demands a bottle and that I lie beside her.  As I am singing “rock a bye baby” hear roaring from our bedroom. Finish “rock a bye baby” and depart.
5.00 Feed the boys AGAIN and hope that they will now sleep.
5.30 Boys are drifting off to sleep.  Realise that I cannot remember the last time I changed them. Change them and wake them up. Castigate myself for extreme idiocy.
6.00 Boys finally go to sleep.
7.00 Princess wakes for the day and promptly prods her brothers awake.

Comments

NorahSplog

on 23 November 2005 at 12:58

I’m tired just reading that.

Minkleberry

on 23 November 2005 at 15:02

Oh lordy. Huge amounts of sympathy.

on 23 November 2005 at 15:57

Gulp. I’m sure you’re fed up with the “how do you do it?” comments but – how do you do it?

poggle

on 23 November 2005 at 17:22

And she still finds the energy to blog. Now that’s true dedication.

kristin

(Homepage)

on 24 November 2005 at 02:21

Oh dear. If i weere a 20six-er, i could give you a bunch of sweeties, but since i’m not, i’ll just hand you a cool cloth for your head. and possibly your bb’s. and i know you don’t celebrate, but it’s thanksgiving day here, tomorrow, so just be glad you won’t be called upon to do all of the above and produce a 20-lb turkey with all the fixins. kisses and sleeping pills for all. ???

belgianwaffle

on 24 November 2005 at 09:12

Wow, a sweetie bonanza. Thank you ladies and, er, ladies. Hunter came home from the neighbouring Grand Duchy last night and was greeted with ecstasy.