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5 December, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous

When Mr.
Waffle was 7, his parents moved to Venezuela for six months.  I was looking at the pictures from Venezuela with him and his mother one day and
there was one of him in a rather twee t-shirt featuring a little boy and girl
fishing together.  “Oh yes” he said
bitterly “my ‘gone wishing’ t-shirt”. On closer inspection, the words “gone wishing”
did indeed feature in faded letters over the picture on the t-shirt.  It appeared that because they were only in Venezuela for 6 months, his mother had not
considered it necessary to get all the kit required by the school and instead
of the regulation gym t-shirt, she had issued Mr. Waffle with the “gone
wishing” number.  This had obviously
scarred his sensitive soul.

Please bear
this incident in mind when considering the following piece of dialogue.

Me:  It says on her school list that we
have to get her a “tablier”, what the hell is that?

Him: Kind
of a smock thing, but we can just cut down one of my old shirts.

Me:  But it gives the name of the shop where we
can buy themÂ…

Him:  But thereÂ’s no need, one of my old shirts
will be fine.

Me: But she
wonÂ’t have a smock like the other children.

Him: But,
for heavenÂ’s sake, it doesnÂ’t matter, itÂ’s only to keep her clothes clean when
sheÂ’s painting.

You will be delighted to hear that, in defiance of my husband, I went to the authorised supplier and
purchased a tablier, pictured below. 
Seriously, would a cut down shirt have done?  Please note
the pencils and paintbrushes embroidered above the pocket before giving
your answer.

Comments

UndercoverCookie

on 05 December 2005 at 11:00

but what if she turns out to be only kid in the tablier and all the other kids are in cut down shirts? 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 05 December 2005 at 15:33

ROARING with laughter over cookie’s comment. but you would think that mr. waffle would be more sympathetic, given the Gone Wishing incident.    

Friar Tuck

on 05 December 2005 at 15:42

You’ll spoil her rotten, you will. But the smile makes it all worthwhile.    

LondonMom

on 05 December 2005 at 21:36

Simply fab!    

belgianwaffle

on 06 December 2005 at 15:21

Bobble, right as ever.
UC, you have a very cruel streak and you too Kristin.
Ta, FT, LondonM. 0
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StarCorner

on 06 December 2005 at 20:20

Nope – Mr W’s old shirt would not have looked as cute as this!! 0
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belgianwaffle

on 07 December 2005 at 09:28

That’s right Star, excellent comment. 0
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Peggy

(Homepage)

on 07 December 2005 at 12:25

An old tee-shirt, even in adult size, would not have covered her sleeves as much as this lovely tablier does.    

belgianwaffle

on 08 December 2005 at 15:08

And you’re Belgian, Peggy, so your advice is obviously correct, I intend to draw my husband’s attention to this very important point this evening. 0
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beachhutman

on 08 December 2005 at 21:57

Nope. ALWAYS get the kit the others have, as long as the overdraft can stand it…..
I remember the shame all too well
A. Man. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 December 2005 at 08:16

Yeah, parents can be very cruel. 0
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4 December, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous

I took the Princess to the supermarket.  I bought a Kinder
Surprise thingy containing Chicken Little to encourage good
behaviour (if you don’t know who he is, just be glad).  Not only did this not work, it ensured that I spent
much time lying down in the supermarket aisles trying to rescue the
wretched chicken from under shelves where he was regularly flung by her
majesty in moments of petulance.  And she had to take off her
boots. And NOTHING was going right and, by gum, everyone in the
supermarket had to know it.

We bought our Christmas tree in the supermarket car park.  The
romance, the glamour.   The Princess was mildly
mollified.  As I held her hand and tried to stuff the tree into
the car a man came along and asked whether I could spare him any
change.  Then it started to rain.  We went home.

The Princess was very keen to decorate the tree.  So keen that she
lay on the floor weeping until we allowed her to attach baubles. 
And then they wouldn’t go on properly.  More weeping. 
Meanwhile her father was following her around with spoonfuls of fish
which she had refused to eat earlier.  This was not the happy tree
decorating environment I had been hoping for.  And now all our
ornaments smell of fish.

Her father bundled her off for her nap while I considered lying on the
floor and weeping.  She howled hysterically for 20 minutes. 
In between sobs she screamed “I want to decorate the tree”.  Just
under an hour later when she woke up, still cranky, her first words
were “I want to decorate the tree”.  So we let her decorate the
wretched tree.

Then we went into the kitchen where she threw herself on the floor and
wept (this is getting repetitive for you??).  “What’s wrong
sweetheart?” I asked.
Her: I (hysterical sob) wanted to put the (hysterical sob) soap in the dishwasher.
Me: But, darling, it’s too late the dishwasher is already running, you can do it next time.
Her: Waah, waah (throws herself on floor).

Then she went over to Daniel and casually grabbed him by the ankle.
Me: What are you doing, my angel?
Her (insouciantly
and this was the only insouciance of the day):
I’m hurting Daniel.
Me (appalled): Stop it!
Her (indignantly): But I want to hurt him!
Mr. Waffle comes in to find her crying inconsolably on the floor.
Him (in a vain effort to console, you will recall that she was inconsolable): What’s wrong my little flea?*
Her (in tones of outrage between sobs) I wanted to hurt Daniel and Mummy say “No!”

To try to improve everyone’s mood and the boys’ safety, I took her
out.  We went to the Grand Place and arrived simultaneously with
Saint Nicolas, two donkeys, a brass band, 4 giants and a number of
people on stilts all of whom were giving out sweets.  We got our
first smile of the day.  Then we went for ice cream and the nice
waiter gave her chocolate.  All was going swimmingly.  On the
way home we looked at the Christmas lights in the Sablon and I said
“Instead of taking the tunnel let’s go down the Avenue Louise and look
at the lights there”.  With a return to earlier form, she said
huffily that she didn’t want to and I fail to see why I couldn’t have
let well enough alone and taken the tunnel and zoomed home.  As we
inched down Avenue Louise at funereal speed, Madam announced “I want to
do a wee”.  “Can you wait, sweetheart?”.  “No, I do a wee in
my car seat”. And the lights were rubbish too.

*Direct translation from the French; they have odd terms of endearment.

Comments

giftofthegab

on 04 December 2005 at 17:55

classic. i’m sure i won’t find this as funny and endearing as i do when my own small person is capable of such insouciance etc but it’s brilliant stuff. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:09

I am going to make your blog required reading for all friars going through a vocational crisis.    

Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:13

It’s hard to believe you are describing the behavior (sorry, behavioUr) of the little angel in the picture.    

Minkleberry

on 04 December 2005 at 19:43

I am absolutely terrified of Princess. x 0
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geepeemum

on 04 December 2005 at 21:05

How reassuring. (Probably not for you- but it is sometimes lovely to know other people’s children are the same!)    

negrito

on 04 December 2005 at 22:16

That is so fun, because i went to exactly the same places with a few hours of difference ! 0
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poggle

on 04 December 2005 at 23:29

You have the patience of a saint. I would have been sent to my room to reflect on my sins long before the ice cream. 0
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kristin

(Homepage)

on 05 December 2005 at 01:33

Much sympathy. While this entry is all very moving and reminds me far too much of my own household, the part about the dishwasher detg. is particularly resonant.
The screams, the screams i heard the other night when i had the temerity to flush the toilet after the Wee One had finished using it, rather than allow her to do it herself.
‘But I DO IT, MOMMY! I DO IT!’ This also applies to pressing the button to open/close the garage, get clothing out of the drawer, hmmm. Pretty much anything, come to think of it. I wish you strength.    

belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2005 at 10:33

Kristin, love the toilet story, excellent stuff and comforting too…
Pog, nah, we’re just guilt ridden modern parents “she’s having a tantrum, it must be our fault..”
Negrito, I know and lovely pictures too!
GPM, well yes, I was reassured by your recent blog on your friend’s child,indicating that she was a demon at 2 and an angel at 3. Hope springs eternal etc.
Minks, so were the other shoppers.
FT, that seems wise and thank you for respecting our whacky European spelling.
GOTG, you are most kind but not as kind as the fab Heather who gave me 2 sweeties. Ta HJB. 0
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Lilo

on 09 December 2005 at 22:42

Fab post. It’s reassuring to read that mine isn’t the only household in which these things are happening. 1
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belgianwaffle

on 11 December 2005 at 13:49

Thank you Lilo – it’s terrifying,isn’t it? And ta for the sweetie too. 0
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Bobble

on 12 December 2005 at 14:18

You really are saints aren’t you? I am afeared for married life. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 14 December 2005 at 09:10

It’s not the married bit that’s the problem… 0
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2 December, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous

unexpected activity in his office.   Thanks to the delightful Nicholas for the link.

Comments

dmts

on 02 December 2005 at 18:51

Ha – Friar Tuck’s comments are worthy of a blog in their own right. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 04 December 2005 at 10:28

I know Heather and I encourage him to do so. But he is strangely reluctant. And he has lots of funny stories from his job. Which would make a great blog.. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 04 December 2005 at 19:06

After reading your blogs, I’m afraid my would not measure up. I feel so inadequate. And they don’t make Viagra for the ego, yet.    

dmts

on 05 December 2005 at 06:57

They do Friar Tuck – but we call them sweeties on 20six…. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2005 at 10:27

Ah go on FT, you know you want to, think of the ego candy. 0
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30 November, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous

An unwelcome development
The Princess has added blackmail to her accomplishments.  This week’s favourite phrase is “put down Michael/Daniel or I’ll be bold”.  Non-Irish readers please note that she is not threatening us with bravery; Irish people say bold while the rest of the English speaking world opts for naughty.

Comments

Friar Tuck

on 30 November 2005 at 16:31

I’m sure it is just a phase. A fifteen-year phase, but a phase nonetheless…. ���

ladyjane

on 30 November 2005 at 21:07

That’s a very bright little girl. I wonder where she gets it from? ���

Peggy

(Homepage)

on 01 December 2005 at 10:53

Has nothing to do with the rest.
I was watching cartoons very early this morning with son nr. 2 and saw that one was produced by a company called Belgian Waffles.
Watch out for copyrights! ���

Locotes

on 01 December 2005 at 15:24

Good Lord – what sort of wonderful parenting techniques are you using?? Such a talent will serve her marvellously in future life…
(ps – is ‘bold’ only an Irish thing?) 0
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KateEvans

on 01 December 2005 at 18:04

I’m going to make this blog off-limits to our daughter – I fear the Princess will become her role model. 1
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Minkleberry

on 02 December 2005 at 07:44

Clever girl. She’ll go far. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 02 December 2005 at 16:07

Kristin, feel free..
FT, have a heart.
LJ, blackmailing skills? From her father..
Peggy, I was here first. Sorry about your adsl by the way…that’s what happens if you refuse to bow to the will of Mr. Gates.
Loc, yes and yes. Are you back?
KE, ta for sweetie, trust all is well with the katelet.
Minks, yeah, if she’s not throttled by one of the boys when they gain control of their limbs. 0
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poggle

on 04 December 2005 at 23:25

Ooooh – she’s a bold girl …. x 0
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belgianwaffle

on 05 December 2005 at 10:26

You see how useful this blog is? Now you are armed with local lingo for your next trip to Ireland. 0
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29 November, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous

We picked
up the boys’ passports yesterday.  Apparently we are the proud parents of
Michael and Danile.  How hard is it to spell Daniel?  Pshaw.

Comments

Friar Tuck

on 29 November 2005 at 16:34

Public servants are always right. Apparently, YOU have been misspelling his name all along.    

kristin

(Homepage)

on 29 November 2005 at 17:07

*giggling at tuck’s comment*
ps thanks mrs waffle for stopping by my blog. 😉    

jackdalton

on 29 November 2005 at 22:34

And I always thought it was a river….
Should’a gone with Cha and Mia 🙂
And thanks for the IslayGirl relay — I’m genuinely surprised and a bit flattered.
Back Early 2006 — all going well; cross my digital heart… 1
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Mikeachim

on 29 November 2005 at 23:58

Is that going to embarassingly clash with the spelling in any other documents, do you think? Identity card? Could be irritating….. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 02 December 2005 at 16:02

Mike, probably.
JD, yay, so pleased that you’ll be back! And a sweetie. Ta.
Kristin, regularly do so. Note to self, must update favourites list.
FT, humph.
Minks, haven’t slept since! 0
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29 November, 2005
Posted in: Miscellaneous
Comments

belgianwaffle

on 29 November 2005 at 15:49

Yes, and I like the grubby cardboard box as well. 0
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Minkleberry

on 29 November 2005 at 15:51

where theres muck theres brass- or something… 0
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belgianwaffle

on 30 November 2005 at 10:51
(
Comment Modified) In this case, where there’s irradiated muck.. 0
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Friar Tuck

on 30 November 2005 at 16:27

I guess that explains the boys’ healthy glow!    

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