Me: Yeah, that’s right.
Young L: Don’t say yeah, say yes.
Me: Do you like your chocolat chaud ?
Princess: Mummy, in English, I would say hot chocolate.
How are the boys?
At the creche, when they reprimand one of the boys, the other looks crossly at the person reprimanding. Which is not to say that they do not fight, because they do. Daniel’s approach is to slap Michael round the head. Michael bites, everyone. The other evening, however, I noticed bite marks on Michael’s arm. The biter bit. Mind you, I wouldn’t be surprised, if he bit himself. I find, somewhat to my chagrin, that when Daniel refuses to eat (which he almost always does), Michael shakes his head and starts to refuse also. Michael can now climb up on the bed. Unfortunately, he can only get down by sitting on the edge and toppling over. He can also stand up unaided which he enjoys hugely until he ends up falling over on his bottom. Both of them are cruising round the furniture with a certain amount of panache. And Daniel regularly sleeps through the night; last night we slept, uninterrupted, from 11.20 to 5.50.  We get through 24 litres of milk a week up from our previous regular total of 18 – if you care, this is over 6 US gallons.  Only 16 litres of it is for the boys.
Ms. Malaprop
Daniel: UH OH
Me: What did you drop sweetheart?
Princess: He didn’t drop anything, he’s lining.
Precious and base metals
When I came home from work today the Princess said to me “Mummy, I was as good as gold today, not as bold as brass”.
And here is our heroine “reading” Snow White in the dark in three installments while ignoring barracking from her brothers. You’d want to be really keen to look at these.
Ex-boyfriends
I was reading the Irish Times birth announcements the other day, blithely perusing the daft names people choose to give their innocent children when I saw that one of my ex-boyfriends and his wife have just had a baby girl. I felt a distinct pang of regret that we parted on such terms that I am not now in a position to call him and annoy him by passing on a great deal of smug advice about childrearing.
Another ex-boyfriend was from Rome and we have stayed in contact and about 8 or 9 years ago Mr. Waffle and I attended his wedding outside Rome. The reception was in a spectacularly beautiful castle. Which is, presumably, why Tom and Katie went there too. The excitement.
NaBlPoMo – You have seen all the blogs I regularly read. Are you relieved? Yes, so am I.
Jet setting
I spoke to my sister yesterday afternoon. She’s gone to Singapore for the weekend (a five hour flight from Delhi, who doesn’t care about her carbon footprint, then?) to see a friend. “What’s it like?” I asked. “The city’s ok, I suppose, but the airport is amazing”.
The woman who created the beautifully designed website you see before you here today. She used to post a lot more but I think now that she must have channelled her energies into more useful things. I still enjoy her occasional posts but I wish she would post more, I used to really like her blog, especially fun in the days when she was playing around with formats.
Nearly won a copy of the LRB from me.  Mother of one, nearly mother of two. Watch this bump. Funny and endearing. Sorry, this sounds like bad back of book blurb but it’s true.