Miscellaneous

My sister told one of her Chinese colleagues about the boys. 
“Twin boys” she gasped “every woman in China would like to be your
sister.”  2.5 billion Chinese can’t be wrong.

I am managing to breastfeed the twins together occasionally.  This
is not easy; I fail to understand how other people manage to look so serene,
mind you, I note that they do all look indecent.  I told my mother and she asked
“my goodness, do you feel like a cow?”.  After a pause for
reflection, I said “no, more like a pig“.

We haven’t been out much yet. Partly because Michael had to stay
indoors until the weekend before last when he hit the 3 kilo mark,
partly because of the terrifying logistics involved.  Also, we
were told that they would fit in the pram bit of our 3 in 1 thingy
until they were 4 months when we could transfer to the lightweight and
fab Maclaren.  That turns out to be a snare and a delusion, there
is no way that they can both fit in the pram and I am reluctant to
shell out for a double pram for 3 or 4 months.  I am going to
experiment today taking one in the sling and one in the pram. 
Hold your breath for me.

And finally, Mr. Waffle has pointed out to me that the twins are 6
weeks old today not yesterday.  It’s hard for me to concentrate
what with staying awake listening to the snuffling noises.

NorahSplog

on 08 November 2005 at 10:56

Ditto what H said – you are quite the hero. I read this blog with ever increasing awe. Good luck on your foray out. 0
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Bobble

on 08 November 2005 at 11:31

Sounds like you need twin arms rather than a twin buggy my dear. Hope all is well with the snufflers. 0
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Minkleberry

on 08 November 2005 at 15:49

oh shit- you mean you stay awake and listen to those noises with the next batch? I was hoping that was a once only obsession, and that this time round I’d be sleeping peacefully through extreme crying. 0
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poggle

on 08 November 2005 at 16:22

I too am in awe … 0
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jackdalton

on 08 November 2005 at 19:33

You Are My Hero. Please will you marry me as well as Mr W? 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 November 2005 at 15:18

Ta Heather, Norah, Bobble, Pog, outing was delightfully uneventful. Even had a cup of tea. Felt very daring but did not venture to bathroom.
Minks, I fear so…
JD absolutely, extra pair of hands would be extremely useful. 0
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My shampoo is made with kiwi, kumquat and
fig.  What on earth is this about?  Washing-up liquid is available in “red berry”
for those who are tired of traditional lemon. 
Very odd.

Minkleberry

on 07 November 2005 at 19:34

oooh, I could just eat fig and kumquat. 0
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jackdalton

on 07 November 2005 at 21:02

‘waf: you better hide the shampoo if Minks is ever in town. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 08 November 2005 at 08:11

Knobber, Minks, were you two in the focus group?
JD, quite. 0
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NorahSplog

on 08 November 2005 at 11:04

I once worked with a chef who was terrified of kumquats. 0
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Diva

on 08 November 2005 at 13:09

The chef terrified of kumquats? That could work to your advantage:
“Give me a raise or you’ll find less than a tangerine in your locker later”
Simple and effective :o) 0
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UndercoverCookie

on 08 November 2005 at 14:45

well they started off by just putting vitamins in shampoo, making the bathroom the most nutritionally dense part of the house for some people. Now they’ve decided just to put a whole smoothie into the shampoo.
It’s all meant to seduce you. They don’t have Asparagus and Sprout Shampoo or Turnip and Cauliflower Conditioner. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 09 November 2005 at 15:14

Norah, I almost believe you. Diva, I like that.
UC, yum yum, turnip and cauliflower.
FT, excellent. 0
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Efforts to make me the kind of person you could safely introduce to polite society continue apace.  When I say anything
untoward, the Princess says “don’t say (insert appropriate swear word)
Mummy”.  She seems to recognise the words
from the tone in which I say them and usually sheÂ’s right though the other day
she said “don’t say believe me Mummy” and I was able to reassure her that that
was entirely kosher.  At breakfast with
her grandparents, while they were visiting, I was foolish enough to say “shag
it”.

“Don’t say shag it Mummy”

“What else can’t Mummy say?” asked an agent
provocateur and to my absolute horror my daughter proceeded as follows:

DonÂ’t say damn it Mummy

DonÂ’t say fuck it Mummy

DonÂ’t say feck it Mummy

DonÂ’t say God Almighty Mummy

DonÂ’t say Sweet Jesus Mummy

And was only shut up by being bundled from the
table by her mortified mother.

Bobble

on 04 November 2005 at 09:56

I think a career in the government beckons. Remind me if I have children to bring them up on the ‘Waffle Model’. 0
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Locotes

on 04 November 2005 at 12:34

It appears Mummy swears quite a lot. And with some hefty variety too. Well, you have two new brains to mould to your swearing ways now… 0
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beachhutman

on 04 November 2005 at 19:33

When my girl was very young and I’d take her to the swings, she had a squeal, very loud, calling for another shove. Unfortunately it sounded a hell of a lot like “Fuck”, and I collected a LOT of stares! 0
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poggle

on 05 November 2005 at 07:55

My nephew (then 3) was playing with his new train set – one of those lovely wooden ones that uses magnets to connect the carriages after a hefty Christmas lunch. As the carriages were pulled over a humpbacked bridge, the rear ones gave up and rolled back down the track. He kneeled up, put his chubby fists on his hips and intoned: “Well, fuck me!”.
Cue various adults purple-faced and weeping trying to stifle their mirth and my sister silently mouthing other obscenities at her partner – the guilty party. 0
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jackdalton

on 05 November 2005 at 12:00

You should see the impact that “Where’s my fookin spoon?” can have on a restaurant until it becomes clear that the young lady in question is actually asking her (inexperienced)babysitter for a fork and spoon. 0
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Kate_Sith

on 07 November 2005 at 10:46

My sister dropped something and in an attempt to stop swearing quite so much in front of her children said ‘Oh shhh-ugar’ to which the response from her 3 year old was ‘Why did you just nearly say shit, mummy?’ 0
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belgianwaffle

on 07 November 2005 at 14:45

Oooh, I do like all the other swearing stories. Thank you people. Ladyjane, think shag it is nationwide but prepared to hear arguments for Limerick. 0
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I was driving along sedately when a little
voice from the back seat piped up “Slow down Mummy”.  “IÂ’m not going fast” I said indignantly.  “IÂ’m scared” she said reproachfully. This is
what your offspring will be like if you are bossy and your spouse is cautious.

Speaking of bossy, I was singing a French
schlocky song to myself “Je viens de chanter la chanson, la chanson des gens
heureux” when Madam interrupted me “Not “la chanson” Mummy, “la ballade””.  How did I end up living with two people who
are always right?

Final example of imperial bossiness: chatting to my husband at dinner last night, we
were interrupted by our daughter banging her fork on the table and saying in
loud and petulant tones “talk to ME!”.

Minkleberry

on 27 October 2005 at 14:41

she sounds like me 0
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Bobble

on 02 November 2005 at 12:45

I thought I was a child genius. Now I know I was just bossy. Gah. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:27

Mike, that sounds hard… but very worthwhile.
Minks, Bobblem what delightful children you must have been… 0
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You may be familiar with the Alessi range of products: attractive, expensive
and deeply impractical.  I am the proud
owner of Floss Man or “interdental thread holder in light
blue” as he is known on the Alessi website (maybe not the best translation from
the Italian).  For Floss Man to work you
need to thread the floss through his mouth. 
ItÂ’s easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle, I assure you.  Yesterday I, mother of a toddler and infant
twins spent 10 minutes threading Floss Man.  There are times when I wonder whether I am
insane.

belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:32

JD, surely some mistake..
FT, probably better not. 0
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The other night, Mr. Waffle and I were sitting
in (as opposed to the evenings we are out tripping the light fantastic) and it
was bucketing rain ouside.

Me: Is there anything nicer than sitting inside
warm, dry and comfy when itÂ’s cold and wet outside?

Him (pause): Well, the entire tourism and
leisure industries are predicated on the belief that, in fact, there is.

groupie

on 26 October 2005 at 12:40

And what about camping? The best bit about being in a tent is when you can hear the rain on the canvas outside, and you get to snuggle down inside your sleeping bag and drink whiskey – surely? 0
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beachhutman

on 26 October 2005 at 19:31

Sound man, Mr W. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:24

Um, maybe Mike. Groupie, this was never a feature of camping holidays with my parents; I mean the whiskey. BHM, eh? 0
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beachhutman

on 28 October 2005 at 23:51

Very sound. Logical. Very sound and logical. And intelligent. Sound, very, and logical and intelligent.
Where did you find him ? 0
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belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:27

in front of a fridge guarding beer. 0
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