Mrs Affable: I’m pregnant again.
Me: Oh fantastic
Mrs. Affable: But as you said to me on this very spot, that’s not the news.
We share a gynaecologist and Mrs. Affable tells me that she, the
gynaecologist, suspects all this twin pregnancy business is an Irish
thing. I’m gobsmacked, one in eighty my foot. And NO, it’s
not an IVF pregnancy.
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Oh be very afraid GPM, Pog…
Well yes, Norah, I’ve already begun to dispense gratuitous advice.
FT well it’s only a start.
Kristin, it could be me, maybe you should read this blog with gloves on.
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Our evenings are hideous. Mr. Waffle and the Princess arrive home at
about 6.45. This is the cue for both
boys to wake up and be unsettled.
Princess resents their howling. We sit down to dinner at 7.00. Mr. Waffle and I have a baby each. One of us may be administering a bottle, the
other may be breastfeeding. We both try
to eat with one hand. The Princess
scatters food and cutlery and a range of toys on the floor and howls for their
retrieval. I am adept at picking up soft
toys with my feet. In the event that one
of the boys drops off to sleep, the Princess likes to bang the table with her
fork. You will recall that Mr. Waffle
and I are sleep deprived and our tolerance for fork banging is not what it once
was. Often this scene is interrupted by
the telephone ringing or, last night, the doorbell.
Picture the scene, if you will, the Princess is
sitting at the table banging her fork and surrounded by the debris of her
dinner and a number of jigsaw puzzles.
Mr. Waffle is feeding Michael and holding the bottle in place with his
chin while trying to eat with his free hand.
I am breastfeeding Daniel. The
doorbell rings a number of times. I go
to answer it with a baby clutched to my exposed person. It is our neighbours from upstairs, both of
them, come to thank us for minding their cats while they were in Istanbul (they continually taunt us with
their exotic mini-breaks). They had
kindly brought us some Turkish tea from Istanbul, so there I was standing at the
door, a baby clutched to my breast with one hand, tea in the other and making
polite conversation about the Aia Sophia.
Meanwhile in the background, Michael was wailing (having been put down
by his father), and Mr. Waffle was swearing in response to the PrincessÂ’s
ultimate, and successful, bid to gain the attention of her parents which
consisted of announcing “I did a wee in my chair”. The soft drip, drip from her chair onto the rug
confirmed that this was the case. And
still the upstairs neighbours lingered until finally I said “sorry, I’m really
going to have to go”. Note to the
childless, donÂ’t LINGER.
On a separate note,
today, alone with 3 children has been fine so far and they’re ALL
asleep at the moment. This morning we went round to the Glam
Potter’s where we also got lunch (is there no end to the woman’s
virtue?) and now it’s only 4 hours until Mr. Waffle gets home.
Please see below, photo of caravanserai immediately before departure –
of course, we had to drive round the block to come back for the nappy
bag but all in all a very successful outing. I am so proud.
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i’m just glad mr. waffle swore when the princess wet the chair, because if he hadn’t i would have thot he was a pod-person.
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[Still reckon you guys are doing an awesome job. Pee and milk and food covered but still an awesome job.]
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on 11 November 2005 at 17:05
The evenings sound horrendous. If only that Gina Ford woman told the truth life would be so much easier.
You make me very happy there’s only one small person brewing in my uterus.
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Friar Tuck
on 11 November 2005 at 18:37
Tell me, does Mr Waffle do his fair share of breastfeeding?
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“He’s nothing but Tony Blair’s lapdog”.
“He’s a new Cromwell” Cromwell may have a great reputation as a
Parliamentarian across the water, his reputation in Ireland is, er,
less good.
“We want the Taoiseach and Mary Coughlan (Minister for Agriculture) to
stand four square behind Jacques Chirac who is defending the interests
of farmers”.
The European Commission has the negotiating mandate for trade and Mr.
Mandelson is the lucky man in the hot seat who has to try to keep his
negotiating position concealed from the other international parties
while agreeing it in detail with stroppy delegations from 25 EU member
states. Har di har, I bet he looks back fondly on the peace and
tranquility of Northern Ireland.
In other news, I gather, somewhat belatedly, that the Rose of Tralee is
not just a pretty face. She has a degree in theoretical physics –
what happened to wishing for world peace and wanting to work with children?
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Me: These shoes are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do…
Her: BOOTS Mummy!
Her (holding up soft toy): What’s this Mummy?
Me: It’s a moose from Canada.
Her: Thank you Canada.
Her: What’s that on your chin Mummy?
Me: It’s a hideous spot.
Her (amending Dr. Seuss to fit the occasion): So now we have chin spots, will it ever come out? I don’t think.
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Oh get the girl a blog!
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JD, snort.
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30 Today
Not me, but my little sister. In honour of the occasion, the Princess sang happy birthday but alas the file is too large to send by email or upload to 20six so she may never see it. Happy birthday all the same Miss.
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Burn it to disc & pop it in the post. 0
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Ta for vicarious good wishes. JD, Chicago.
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