Princess

Equation

28 February, 2006
Posted in: Boys, Princess

Laundry Basket

Washing machine

Basement

Basket for transporting laundry

Coat stand

And, as our American cousins would say, payback:

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Friar Tuck
on 28 February 2006 at 15:58
Well put. ï¿½ï¿½ï¿½

dmts
on 28 February 2006 at 18:49
how absolutely wonderful – 1 moment where they aren’t screeching

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Minkleberry
on 28 February 2006 at 21:42
Our house looks like a massive washing basket. Your children should be on a washing powder advert. They are beautiful xx

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poggle
on 02 March 2006 at 10:08
The boys are looking rather nervous in that pic – and they’re all very, very cute.

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belgianwaffle
on 02 March 2006 at 22:05
Aw, thank you all very much. Is valium a Class A drug?

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Mid-term Break

27 February, 2006
Posted in: Boys, Princess

This week is mid-term. Who knows whether I will be able to blog any more or not? Just me and the three small children at home. To save my sanity there will be a treat at the end of the week. Mr. Waffle is taking a half day on Friday and we are driving to the Hague where the lovely Dutch Mama and her family will be welcoming us for the weekend.

Last time we went there, the Princess vomited on everything all the time and theyÂ’’re still having us back. How kind and brave. Frankly, itÂ’’s as well that this treat is in store because on the following Monday night, Mr. Waffle is off in the neighbouring Grand Duchy for work and my children and I will be spending our first night alone together in a while.

By the by, for those of you following the sleeping drama, it took the boys an hour to cry themselves to sleep last night but I’m past caring. Myself and Mr. Waffle sat on the sofa and callously turned up the volume on Jamie’s school dinners subtitled in French, while our poor baby boys howled piteously for their parents. They had the last laugh, however, and got us up from midnight to one, three to four, and four thirty to seven fifteen.

The Princess rose at 7.30 and told us solemnly that she was “not very sick, but a little bit sick”. This would appear to be an accurate diagnosis, so no leaving the house for me then. [Manic cackle echoes round the blog].

Comments

poggleon 27 February 2006 at 13:42
Oh lord – stir crazy already!

geepeemumon 27 February 2006 at 16:11
I like UC’s idea. After all we are always trying to teach our children about sharing. Can’t you share your children around all your neighbours for the week?

Friar Tuckon 27 February 2006 at 16:49
I hope you realize that you are ruining my fantasies about the unmitigated bliss of conjugal life!

poggleon 27 February 2006 at 16:53
I love it when the Friar talks dirty …

negritoon 27 February 2006 at 21:52
please try to keep on blogging 🙂

belgianwaffleon 02 March 2006 at 22:03
UC, GPM, yes it is a great idea…thanks fo r the sweetie GPM, I really needed it yesterday.
Pog, stir crazy doesn’t begin to describe it.
FT, pog, quite.
Negrito, blogging is the only thing that keeps me sane. I can now blog with a baby on my lap while reciting nursery rhymes to a toddler. Two awake babies is a killer though..

Princesses v. Pirates

23 February, 2006
Posted in: Princess

We attended L’s third birthday party yesterday. The invitees were encouraged to come in their carnival outfits. There were eight little girls in attendance. We had seven fairy princesses and one pirate. I regret to inform you that I was not the mother of the pirate.

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belgianwaffle

on 27 February 2006 at 13:00

Why thank you. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 27 February 2006 at 13:01

Sorry, I meant why, thank you. Not why thank you? 0
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Pass Remarkable

21 February, 2006
Posted in: Princess

My daughter is chatty. I like that. Unfortunately, her ability to talk considerably exceeds her knowledge of socially appropriate behaviour. We visited friends at the weekend and she said to me, loudly and clearly, a propos of their two year old I’m nicer than her. We all laughed and the poor mite knew that she had said something wrong and went pink in the face and asked “Was I bold, Mummy?”.

The other day in the car, we saw a woman on the pavement with weird hair and we had a little chat about her odd hair. I seized the opportunity to say that we could have this chat in the car where the lady couldn’t hear us, but that it would be rude to have this conversation where she could overhear us (Mr. Waffle challenges the ethics of this, but tough). She knitted her brow and mulled this over. Later we went for a cup of tea and
one of the men sitting behind us got up and left his coat over the chair. The Princess said “Look Mummy, he has gone and left his coat and his friend behind.” Pause. “Oh, I shouldn’t say that out loud. I should whisper it to you.”

poggle
on 21 February 2006 at 10:49
And me.I love her earnestness.
Friar Tuck
on 21 February 2006 at 16:23
She catches on quickly. She’ll go far in life.
kristin (Homepage)
on 22 February 2006 at 18:10
she is so precocious. bless her concerned little heart.
Norah
(Homepage)
on 22 February 2006 at 18:47
I am so terrified of having a girl. I’m not good with girls. I like your posts about the princess because it makes me realise that having a girl would be just fine too.

belgianwaffle
on 27 February 2006 at 13:00
Dmts, pog, this is what we love about you.
FT, dunno.
Kristin, thanks.
Norah, you’d be fabulous with a boy or a girl. Lucky little Splog sprog.

Ouch

16 February, 2006
Posted in: Mr. Waffle, Princess

Me (to Mr. Waffle): Nothing’s broken but the doctor says that she has a subcutaneous hematoma.
Him: Is that what you and I would call a bruise?

Peggy

(Homepage)
on 16 February 2006 at 10:04
Now I see where the Princess gets her wit from.
Bobble
on 16 February 2006 at 14:57
They’d say that on CSI:NY for sure.
Minkleberry
on 16 February 2006 at 16:32
and Holby.
belgianwaffle
on 21 February 2006 at 09:00
Yes, yes, all very dramatic. Peggy, that would be from ME!

Cross-Purposes

15 February, 2006
Posted in: Belgium, Princess

Princess: I made a mask for Carnaval.
Mr. Waffle: Did you? What colour is it?
Princess: Lots of colours. And it has feathers.
Mr. Waffle: Where do feathers come from? Do they come from fish?
Princess (in some puzzlement): No, they come from Madame Marie.

Bobble
on 15 February 2006 at 21:32
She’s astute alright. God I miss Carnevale, I could do with a fritelle and vin caldo around now.
href=”http://www.20six.co.uk/beachhutman”>beachhutman
on 15 February 2006 at 23:09
Of COURSE they do! Silly Mr Waffle. Tutt.

belgianwaffle
on 16 February 2006 at 08:36

I know, Diva, BHM silly old us.
Bobble, Carnival is a bit different in Belgium. See http://www.carnavaldebinche.be/