For example, last
night the Princess sought vainly for my attention as I tried to simultaneously cook dinner and express 200mls of
breastmilk (I know 200 mls, amazing eh?). Standing under a hot shower in the
morning can lead to me spraying the walls with milk in a sort of
sub-Psycho fashion (a little too much information?).
Last night, having fed the boys
all evening at about 1.00 in the morning, I prodded my poor spouse
awake and said “give Michael a bottle, I can’t stand it any
more”. At 5.00, I woke up and having fed the babies, trotted out
to the kitchen to take meat out of the freezer for dinner (which I had
forgotten to do last night, no, this is not a regular feature of my
nights). On opening the fridge, I found that the expressed
bottle of breast milk was still there, which meant that Mr. Waffle had,
all gasp please, given Michael formula earlier in the evening.
Since my husband had disappeared from the marital bed, I had a look
round the house for him to discuss this serious matter. Found him
on the couch looking up the phone book for the number of a local
bookshop. He wanted to order a Princess Waffle memorial book for
the creche. I had to have out the matter of expressed milk v
formula so I was only momentarily distracted by the weirdness of his
timing.
Me: You gave Michael FORMULA.
Him: Eh?
Me: When you gave him the bottle.
Him: Oh right.
Me: But there was expressed milk in the fridge.
Him: Sorry, missed it.
Me (purple in the face with indignation): What?
Him: Are we really arguing about this at 5.00 in the morning?
Both collapse in mildly hysterical giggles as oddness of my behaviour becomes apparent.
A little tired today…
on 14 December 2005 at 09:59
Marvellous.
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on 14 December 2005 at 12:19
At 5am I was ignoring my big child as he whimpered for attention in his bedroom, whilst simultaneously avoiding eye-contact with the cot that is now sharing our bedroom.
Incidentally, me and Jimi have some of our best rows in the wee hours.
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I think I would have poured the expressed milk in the bottle of coffee that Jim takes to work everyday.
on 14 December 2005 at 16:51
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on 15 December 2005 at 12:27
GPM, very dull..
Peggy, how imaginative you are.
Minks, am awaiting your new arrival with bated breath. Unlike Ez, I suspect.
Bobble, we aim to please.
HJB, 2 sweeties, you are too kind. For this, I can confirm that there are no mad axe men in Switzerland.
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Friar Tuck
on 15 December 2005 at 16:28
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Blog anniversary
Two years yesterday. Who would have thought that I would have the stamina? To celebrate I had intended to change my decor, update my favourites and do a post explaining why my favourites are all fabulous with lots of links. But it’s hard to do that with a baby in one or both hands. Maybe not so much stamina after all.
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on 11 December 2005 at 21:58
Happy blogerty, ‘waf 🙂
Oh and greetings from the other side of town where the Winterpret is winding down for the night and the last of the crepes sucre from a stall just down Rue de la Bourse from St Nicolas have been Daltoned
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on 12 December 2005 at 11:48
AHA! So you’ve got jd, ay? I’m sure he’ll pop in to babysit so you can redecorate the blog – if you ask him nicely.
Jack? Where are you going?
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on 12 December 2005 at 13:32
Happy Anniversary! I’m hoping you have many many more (babies and) anniversaries!
A few weeks back, I caught a televised travel special (Globe Trekkers?) on Belgium. They showed a bunch of very old women making lace by throwing around little thimble things. It was absolutely amazing. Is that what Belgium is like?! If so, I’m moving immediately. And I’m hoping you’ll meet me some time for tea. ���
on 12 December 2005 at 14:20
I second getting Jack to do all the work. 0
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on 12 December 2005 at 18:19
We could all write our own puffs……. 0
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on 12 December 2005 at 22:16
Hey!! This is work, I’ve been in the a conference since 9 this morning!!
Anyway, I don’t have the a current license to drive a twin buggy…. 😉 0
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on 12 December 2005 at 22:22
Happy Blogday Ms Waffle. You define the word ‘stamina’, so I shouldn’t worry. 0
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on 14 December 2005 at 09:09
Thank you for good wishes and sweeties. Glad to see that you are still about JD. And conferences aren’t work.
Angela, yes thimble throwing is central to who we are in Belgium. Please come and visit. 0
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on 14 December 2005 at 22:50
Oh yes they are! YOU try and sit through two days of rapid-fire stuff on FP7, foresight, cross-cutting thematics and ERA /ERC mechanisms and see just how much work it can be!!!! 0
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on 15 December 2005 at 12:21
I find it more depressing than I can say that I know what these acronyms stand for. Anyway at the rate things are going, there’ll be no budget for FP7. 0
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My sons will be baptised in Cork over Christmas thus ensuring for my
mother a lifetime of retrieving ecclesiastical paperwork for her
grandchildren. WeÂ’re hoping to be more
prepared than we were for the PrincessÂ’s christening. We didnÂ’t know that you needed a candle. When the crucial moment arrived, I hissed at
my aunt “You’re very religious, why didn’t you tell us we needed a
candle?” “I thought you knew” she hissed
back. Her highness was christened under a night light retrieved from a side
altar. Your baptismal candle is supposed
to enjoy further outings at your communion and confirmation – that’s probably
why they donÂ’t use night lights. We knew
that she needed a white garment alright and proudly produced a white cot
blanket. We were somewhat abashed to see
that the little overachiever being christened at the same time as the Princess
had an elaborate lacy number with her name embroidered on it. It was probably vomit free too.
My religious aunt is to be godmother to Daniel. I phoned her the other day to confirm dates
and times and she told me tartly that she has purchased two christening candles. Now, who will buy lacy garments and
embroider their names on them?
on 09 December 2005 at 15:22
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Friar Tuck
on 09 December 2005 at 19:28
But back to the baptismal garment, I know someone who makes their living selling handmade ones. It’s too late for flapjack and pancake, but I can put you in touch for any subsequent progeny.
on 11 December 2005 at 10:36
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on 14 December 2005 at 09:13
Kristin, that’s hilarious, superb story.
BHM, I know, I know.
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“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].”
on 14 December 2005 at 16:36
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My sister
has volunteered to babysit while weÂ’re in Cork.
“Just so long as you don’t expect me to pick them up when they cry”.
on 08 December 2005 at 19:47
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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’t find it clammy” I said.
“He’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, heÂ’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?
on 07 December 2005 at 10:28
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on 08 December 2005 at 15:11
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.
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