While in Ireland The Husband and I did something we haven’t done since Keane (our 2 year old) was born, we went on a date. There hasn’t been a day that one of us has not been with the boys, doing anything together, as a real couple is so foreign to us, but now that we had access to family who wanted nothing more than for us to go away so they could spend a day playing with and spoiling our children, we decided to join some friends at a football game in Dublin. Coincidently, it was an American football game, college to be exact (Penn State vs UCF), being played in Ireland for……….actually, I’m not sure why it was being played in Ireland. Maybe for the craic? Anyway, it was on and we went. And while I did really enjoy it, there were so many moments when I would see the clock and wonder if everything was ok with the kids. But we pushed through, made it to the end of the game, and couldn’t get home fast enough once we left the stadium. Of course it was only when we got home did the kids even realized we were gone, typical. But here are a few photos from our day at Croke Park.
I was trying to snap a photo of the US and Irish flags at the start of the game, but my petiteness in the height department made shooting down somewhat of a challenge.
Cheerleaders, not something you see a lot of at sporting events in Ireland.
It was actually a really good game that came down to the final few seconds when Penn State stole the win with a goal kick.
The face on this UCF fan says it all. Ouch!
Penn State flag people rub a little more salt into the UCF wounds.
Can’t leave without a couple’s shot.
Since our arrival Keane had been talking and talking about chasing the sheep, so the next morning we took the boys to the Curragh so he could do just that.
As soon as we arrived Keane was off. I had to corral him back to take a quick photo with his brother.
He paused for a second….
…then he was gone, leaving his brother desperately trying to follow.
Cullen loving the energy and vastness of the Curragh. He was full of excited squeals and frantic leg kicks.
Representing the county.
A lot more black sheep in the herd this year. It inspired Keane to sing the nursery rhyme “Baa baa black sheep” over and over again.
Trying to make one of the Baa baa black sheep his friend.
Bumming a ride of Daddy.
I specifically asked The Husband “not” to go down the steep hills with the buggy (stroller) and he specifically ignored me.
On the way home we passed the Curragh race course and saw a bunch of horses arriving for the days races. So we stopped to get a closer look at these 4-legged-athletes.
Wishing this friendly fella luck.