It’s amazing the difference that sunshine can make to a place. Monday was a bit of a mixed bag but yesterday was gloriously sunny, despite a few patches of rain. Instead of windswept desolation there was an endless expanse of deep blue sky and verdant green farmland. Instead of a dark echo of the past,…
Yesterday we decided it was time to venture out beyond the village for some wee adventure. We didn’t have to go far – literally ten minute drive down the road – to find a spectacular experience: the Doolin Cave, or as Hawkeye called it “the big BIG tunnel!” I was a little nervous about how…
Yesterday has been a lot of much needed nothing. A laid back, slow, do-nothing sort of day needed to recover from the madness of pre-holiday chaos, packing, traveling, etc. It was also a day where I mostly spent hiding from everyone (including my own kid) and feeling generally unsociable and uncharitable thanks to a persistent…
We overnighted at Nana’s last night before we continue on into the west of Ireland later today, and as I was repacking a few bits this morning I came across the pack of Hawkeye’s underwear and remembered that I meant to have a little rant about these. The Mister swears he hadn’t noticed when he…
You can always tell when it’s a Friday before a bank holiday weekend because the locker room on our office floor looks like this. None of these are mine, which you know by the fact that they’re all of a reasonable carry-on size. With a toddler on a family holiday I’ll be amazed if the…
Hawkeye’s second attempt at painting with watercolours. We’re calling it “sunset over hills and forest”. In case you’re curious, the first attempt was titled “how to disintegrate paper into a brownish-grey blob a by repeatedly painting painting over the same spot over and over and over and over again with different colours and excess water”.…
I ventured into an arts and crafts store this weekend and walked out with a giant armful of stuff to experiment with for toddler craft projects. We’d done stuff like this outside of the home, such as workshops at the National Gallery of Ireland or The Ark, but at home we have mostly stuck to…
If I had known at the time that we would be just past our first full week of toilet training when I was booking this weekend’s Early Learning Workshop at The Ark, I would never have gone for it. The traditional wisdom is to lock yourself in the house with your toddler and remain antisocial…
“My giraffe!” “What, honey?” “My giraffe!” “But you have your giraffe. It’s right here.” “Noooooo. My other giraffe.” “But… they’re both the same, honey. They’re identical.” “No! The other giraffe, mommy! Want my other giraffe!” I picked up his giraffe, went to the other room, put Giraffe #1 on the bed, picked up Giraffe #2 from the bed,…
The Feathered Rose 