The Princess went to see her subjects (or co-princes) in the hospital again. The visit passed off without incident (only because we hid the thermometer).
Caption competition: what is Princess doing to baby Michael ? And what is he saying? A sweetie for the best caption…
on 30 September 2005 at 21:33
‘what’s this hole for?’
formerfilmexpert
on 30 September 2005 at 22:14
Does this make his hands move?
Kathy
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on 30 September 2005 at 23:03
I thought it was baby Michael talking:
“Oh, great. Here comes that kid who sticks his finger in my ear. Yeah, come on, buddy. Keep it up. One day I’ll have motor control, you know.”
Kathy
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on 30 September 2005 at 23:04
Waahhh!!! I wasn’t paying attention. Of course it’s more like:
“Oh, great. here comes that kid who sitcks HER finger in my ear. Yeah, come on Princess, keep it up. One day I’ll have motor control, you know. And don’t you try to kiss me, either. Blech.”
kristin
on 02 October 2005 at 21:54
Princess: [in american gangster voice] “This is my sceptre, see? And if you and your little double don’t do what i tell you to, i’ll put it in your ear like this, see? So youse better do what i tell you to.”
Prince: ‘Oy! Oy!’
Sarcastic Journalist
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on 03 October 2005 at 05:17
Princess: “And this, Michael, is how babies are made.”
Michael: “That’s not quite how I remember it.”
geepeemum
on 03 October 2005 at 10:21
“But daddy I need to get my sweet back out.” (if only I could type that in French…)
kristin
on 03 October 2005 at 17:28
does this help?
Mais, Papa! J’ai besoin de ma doucette!
(i’m sure that’s wrong. how do you say candy in french?)
Peggy
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on 04 October 2005 at 09:44
Sweet in French would be “mon bonbon” never heard of “doucette” before (is that Canadian French?).
Caption competition “ET phone home”.
belgianwaffle
on 06 October 2005 at 14:21
Gosh you’re all very clever…after much deliberation here in Waffle towers we have decided to award the sweetie to geepeemum. Congratulations on your extraordinary good fortune.
Locotes
on 06 October 2005 at 15:00
I know the competition is over – but I’ve put a LOT of thought into this – and I believe the exact utterances were…
Princess: “Tee hee”
Michael: “Feck off”
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on 10 October 2005 at 08:56
Oh Loc, a winner if only submitted on time.
First Contact
Waffle Palace tonight announced that the Princess had paid a courtesy call on her new subjects. She prononced herself pleased, and deigned to kiss them on leaving. Although only 36 hours old, the
new princes have caught on to court etiquette quickly: they have given her a number of presents every day, which may have helped them gain acceptance. A diplomatic incident theatened when the Princess attempted to retake possession of her turtle-shaped bath thermometer, but courtiers were able to smooth
things over…
Mrs W was pleased with the way it went, and also very grateful for all the kind comments and sweeties.
Bobble
on 28 September 2005 at 22:10
Ooh I have just received some sweetie largess to give to our 20Six new Mums! But it won’t let me give it to you. Be back later *shakes fist at system*
Minkleberry
on 29 September 2005 at 07:55
what a gracious princess
poggle
on 29 September 2005 at 11:05
Jordana
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on 29 September 2005 at 13:26
Congratulations!!! My Internet goes down for a day, and look what I miss. 🙂 I have no sweeties to give, but if I did, I would give them all to you for judicious dispersal among the Princess and her subjects.
May you have joyful days and restful nights.
Locotes
on 29 September 2005 at 14:50
Serves me right for not spending every waking hour on 20six waiting for updates – I go and miss the main event. Well many many congratulations, you seem to have done a fine job there.
(and congrats to Mr. W as well – ignore whatever herself might say, your role in this was just as important!)
😉
Looking forward to weary posts about sleepless nights…
Lilo
on 29 September 2005 at 21:52
Congratulations to the Waffle family. I hope you’re getting enough sleep.
Bobble
on 29 September 2005 at 23:16
At last I can give a sweetie x
gracehart
on 30 September 2005 at 02:32
Lots of blessings to the royal family!! ^^
belgianwaffle
on 06 October 2005 at 14:18
Thank you kindly for sweeties and good wishes. I feel exceptionally popular!
Happy birthday boys
Mrs Waffle asked me to tell the world that we had two baby boys (Daniel and Michael) today, Tuesday 27 September. One is 3 kilos (about 6 pounds 11 ounces) and 51 cm – the other a more svelte 2.2kilos (5 pounds) and 48 cm. Apparently, this is within the range of normal for twins (we’d probably know this if we ever got time to read our scary twins book). Mrs W. is tired but happy.
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You did a very good job, they look adorable.
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Letter which appeared in the Irish Times last Saturday September 24, 2005 [My translations in square brackets].
Women, work
and the home
“Madam, – NÃl
aon tinteán mar do thinteán fein. [Irish phrase meaning there’s no place like home, literally, no fireplace like your own fireplace]. Of course,
an tinteán is fast receding into fadó fadó [long, long ago], but the profound verity that is the
essence of the seanfhocal [Irish phrase] will always be the truth of the human condition. More heart than hearth, it is a
humano-spiritual rather than physical structure, a warm cocoon enveloping the
very chrysalis of human society. To grow
into it and out of it is the natural right of every person.
However –
and indeeed, however well – non-parental childcare is funded, an tinteán is not
to be found in creche or kindergarten, pre-school or after school, and hardly
in a couple of nightly hours of “quality time”.
Many women,
perhaps most women, now want to “work”, i.e. to go every day to a workplace and
to take part in everything that passes there.
To
acknowledge readily that most of them work very well is not to forget that a
woman feels scant deference to logic and is wont to express the truth in such
an oblique way that it is scarcely recognisable. Thus, the true statement, “I want to go to
work” is instead expressed as “I need to go to work”; “I can’t afford not to go
to work”; “the ends that I think should meet cannot be made to meet unless I go
to work”; “I must go to work to provide adequately for my children”; or, even,
“my children will be better off by being without me for most of their daylight
hours”.
I feel sure
that an tinteán will continue to recede until women of some future generation
become so alive to their own deprivation that they will resolve that their
children must be preserved from tinteán-deprivation.
-Yours etc.
Frank
Farrell
Lakelands
Close
Stillorgan
Co. Dublin”
on 26 September 2005 at 13:07
SPUC: an Gaeilge: what everyone else should do about their vile unIrish life and ways; the evils of computers in schools…agus mar sin de…
What I can’t understand is why the Times keeps giving him space.
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https://www.belgianwaffle.net/2005/09/417/
She rang me at 8.30 the other morning after a
night out. As she rang off I said, in older
sister mode, now go to bed. “Oh no” said
she “I must book my tickets for Toronto”.
Me: WhatÂ’s happening in Toronto?
Her: You donÂ’t want to know.
Me: Tell
me.
Her:
Well, IÂ’m going to a David Gray concert.
Me: Why donÂ’t any of these people ever come to Chicago?
Her:
Well, actually, he is coming to Chicago.
Me: What?
Her (defensively): Well, I bought the Toronto tickets when I thought I might not
be able to get tickets for Chicago.
Me: But
now you actually have Chicago tickets.
Her: Well, yes.
Me: But youÂ’re still going to Toronto.
Profligate.
In her defence, she does have a friend who
lives in Toronto, but sheÂ’s still profligate.
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Also, we have nearly sold our car. A man came to test drive it on
Saturday and fell in love with it. I didn’t meet him, but Mr.
Waffle thought he was dodgy. He said that he was a private
detective and he needed a new car urgently as his last one exploded
while he was tailing someone on the job. And he was very
keen. Mr. Waffle agreed a price and then became depressed.
He felt that we were ignorant foreigners being taken for a ride and we
would be paid, if at all, in counterfeit notes. And he pointed
out, when the man rang on the phone, he never said his name, a
suspicious sign, he thought. Professional idiosyncracy, I
decided. Anyway he turned up this morning to pay the deposit with
his wife and daughter in tow and it all seemed a little less
dodgy. It’s funny to think that, if all goes well, our
little car will be out and about tailing errant spouses or whatever it
is private detectives do in Belgium. The only problem now is
logistical. Before we can close the sale we have to all kinds of
technical things and this may not be a great week for us to take the
car for tests and hand it over. Oh well, doubtless everything
will work out.
And finally, even as I write, Mr. Waffle is picking my mother up from
the airport. She is going to stay with us for 10 days to provide
moral support to the Princess and more practical support for us.
Hurray for mothers. Of course, now I’m worried that the twins won’t
actually be born before she leaves.
on 26 September 2005 at 22:21
Anyway, as I was saying, one day something happened when I was writng on the board, and I turned round and demanded who had done it in a truly scholmasterly way. And several of the pupils pointed to the culprit, and to this day I remember their cry, “It was him, Mister, the black one!”
So there. Even coloured kids notice colours. “They’re colourblind at that age” say the PC brigade. Total, absolute, fur trimmed, bollocks. It’s just that they don’t know that colour’s at all significant – THAT they learn from adults.
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on 27 September 2005 at 11:14
(And I expect the Princess was indeed confused by the the white parent/black child combo, and not anything more than that …).
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