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A Lovely Day

January 17, 2019

When the child of your bestie, is now the bestie of your kids, well, thats the bestie. Cos lets be honest, even if they didn’t get along, they’d have to figure it out. Us Mommas have been best friends longer than these kids have been alive. Long before we were even Mommas. And we’re not planning on breaking up any time soon. So y’all kids better learn to like each other. Luckily they do, and over the Christmas we made sure to take a day trip down to Cork so all us friends could spend a lovely day catching up on each other lives (the mommas), crafting and exploring Fountainstown beach (the kids).

While the mommas chatted over cups of tea, the kids got stuck into the arts and crafts.

Messy art projects are the best kind of projects.

Plate painting by Keane.

Napkin painting by Cullen and Dafne.

Inside jokes.

After lunch, despite the rain and the fog, we hit the beach.

Little beach explorers.

Cullen & Dafne combing the rock pools for some ocean life.

The boys search for rock tunnels.

While the ladies take Dafne’s T-Rex for a splash.

T-Rex living his best rock pool life.

Dafne had her T-Rex, Cullen had his shark.

Beach bums.

Burying your T-Rex takes teamwork.

One dirty dino.

Still on the rocks, Keane and Pikachu.

Women on a mission strut.

Cave hunters are on the move.

Spot the Keane in this photo.

Final splash around before we take our cold, wet selves back to the warmth of the house.

Ending the day with a movie.

All Things Santa

January 13, 2019

Kickin it back in time to OMG! 3 weeks ago! Has it really been 3 weeks since Christmas? I’ve heard it said that January is a slow moving month, yet I’m not finding that to be the case. 13 days into 2019 and I feel like I’m already engaged in the game of catch-up. Ugh! Anyway, I won’t be wasting time on the small talk this evening I’m afraid. Few things that I need to get done in preparation for the week ahead. But here for your visual enjoyment are a few photos of the boys from Christmas Eve and Christmas morning.

We landed in Ireland just before the sun rose on Christmas Eve. Got to Granny’s house in time for breakfast and a 3 hour nap. Then spent the evening getting prepped for Santa. Of course part of that prep was the baking of Santa’s cookies.

Little cookies baking experts.

You probably would never have guessed it, so I’ll go ahead and tell you, that Cullen decided to make shark cookies for Santa.

Keane went with the festive style cookie, christmas trees, candy canes, but last minute decided to use some of the left over dough to make a dough snowman.

The dough snowman.

In the hall next to the big light up, not-the-real-Santa, Santa, is where the boys decided to leave the cookies and the carrots for not just Rudolph, but for all the reindeer.

What a little feast.

After waking up on the later side of the morning, jet-lag, the boys were beyond excited to see that Santa listened when they told him that he would need to deliver their gifts to Ireland this year.

Sharks for Cullen.

Among his other requested gifts, that 10 year supply of yarn Keane asked for, also showed up.

A big lover of drawing, painting and coloring, Cullen immediately got stuck into one of his new coloring books and coloring sets.

This fancy sensory type drone thing Keane got was pretty cool. You can control it with just the movement of your hands. Looks a bit like wizardry when you see it in action.

Oh and Keane stumbled across his Selection Box. And so it was chocolate for breakfast.

More sharks.

A little later the cousins arrived and there was yet more gifts.

Once things settled down, the boys stuck into some of their craftier gifts.

Struck Down

January 10, 2019

The kids went back to school this week. My plan was to be a production machine. Get the house back in order. Get on top of the laundry situation. Basically putting the 2019 plan of getting our sh#t together into action. But illness struck in the form of a sinus infection. My sinus infection. Sinus infections, if you’ve never had one, are pure misery. Think a Conor McGregor UFC style kick to the face that leaves you with a nose struggling to breath, eyes that feel swollen shut, yet remain open and a pounding headache that no amount of ibuprofen can take the edge off. Oh, and of course all of that discomfort means getting any kind of sleep, is a struggle at best, impossible at worst. I did mange to get myself to the doctor, and with prescription in hand, waving it like some kind of winning lottery ticket, I rushed to the pharmacy for the drugs. The glorious drugs that would take all my pain away. It took another day and a half of suffering, but at last the drugs kicked in and I started to feel some relief.

Another thing I intended to do this week was to comb through some of the photos from our trip to Ireland. Which if you consider the fact that the week has not yet ended and I am in fact sharing this one little teaser image of 4 cute Irish cousins, that makes me somewhat successful, right?

We’ve been spinning off our axis for the past 2 weeks. Everyday has alternated between feeling like a Saturday or Sunday. Schedules were for the birds. We went to bed way past our standard bedtime and woke up whenever the heck we wanted. We survived on a diet that was largely sugar based and we filled our days with lots of little adventures and caught up with family and friends. Its been so nice, its been liberating and its been relaxing. I’ve really taken to this more free flowing less scheduled lifestyle. The boys are back to school this week and I’m a tad concerned about my ability to get the routine back on track. We may be that family that can’t get their sh*t together for the first few days. Showing up after the school gate has been closed, in a frenzied hurry looking mostly disheveled. But whatever, we won’t worry about that right now. Instead, lets chat about Santa and how he brought the boys everything they asked for, and of course some tings they didn’t. But Santa did get upstaged in the gift department, by Granny. Granny, being the creative, clever women she is, got the boys a gift that not only fits perfectly into our love of travel and adventure, but that makes the less enjoyable elements of travel, I’m talking about hours spent in airports, way more fun. She got the boys backpacks, that become scooters!! Yes, genius. I wish this invention was my own genius idea. Cos its genius. For once in our travel life, there was absolutely zero whining and zero complaints from the boys. We had 2 delays, our flight out of Dublin was delayed and our connecting flight out of Philadelphia was delayed. And at no point was there any gripping from the boys. In fact, they were happy to have the extra time to scoot. Like I said, backpack scooter is genius. Granny absolutely wins Christmas this year.

Here we are, owning the airport terminals.

Living our best scooter lives.

We’ve even got tricks.

And believe it or not, we were incident free. There were a couple of close calls, but overall, there were no injuries caused to ourselves or our fellow passengers.


No sure why, but Cullen decided he needed to rest. Right there. Middle of the terminal.

Up and ready to roll.

A flight delay meant plenty of extra time to enjoy the terminal ramp.

Wahooo!

Our confidence is clearly soaring.

The Santa Encounter

December 20, 2018

We are days away from Christmas. And we are even fewer days away from flying to Ireland. This year we’ll be spending our Christmas in the Emerald Isle. So this is my official announcement of a 2 week break from shooting and sharing. This has been a pretty rough year for my family and I, and Christmas is especially tough when you’ve suffered any kind of major loss or are going through a major struggle. So this is my way of giving myself some space. Stepping back from the small things to focus on the important stuff, time spent with others.

This week we also made sure to visit Santa Claus, so we could go over our wish list for Christmas and to let him know that this year he would be delivering our gifts to Ireland. Keane leading the way to Santa’s grotto.

Cullen going at his own happy pace.

Lots of fabulous Christmas trees.

Waiting to get in and see the big man.

Keane’s excited.

There he is, Santa! Listening and making sure he’s clear on the boys wish list and also on where to make the delivery.

Look at Cullen, keeping an eye on the big man.

More chit-chat.

The boys get candy canes.

Santa gets a hug.

After the Santa encounter, the boys went on a deer hunt.

The wishing fountain.