Archive for February, 2012

The Fashionably Unprepared

February 27, 2012

If baby Shinkins-Doyle were to show up today, The Husband and I would be screwed. When I tell you we have nothing, we have NOTHING. Our only option would be to wrap him in swaddling clothes and lay him in a manger. Up to this point it hadn’t really bothered us too much, the casual feeling that we had plenty of time, was much stronger than our desire to hit the malls and baby stores, but now that I’ve reached the 6 month mark and can no longer fit into any of my regular clothes, I’m starting to freak out. In 3 months time there will be a baby among us and we have NOTHING. So this past weekend, in addition to me buying myself some clothes baby and I can actually breath and move in, I decided to buy a couple of things that might help kick The Husband and I into baby preparation action, so I got us each our very own diaper bags. But not your run of the mill cutesy, pastel colored bags, speckled with images of cartoon characters and teddy bears, no,we I wanted something a little more stylish and fashion forward, something that wouldn’t scream “diaper bag” unless we told you it was a diaper bag. So for him I chose a manly black and leather, and for her/me, something a little more feminine. I presented The Husband’s to him, all wrapped up in a gift bag and as I’m going to great lengths to demonstrate the various compartments for bottles, wipes, diapers and spare baby bits n’ pieces, he starts to get pumped about the handy and easy to reach compartments where he can put his iPad and cell phone. I literally stopped mid-sentence. This man was not listening to a word I said, nor was he thinking about the bag in terms of what it was actually meant for. I gave him a blank stare and eventually threw my hands in the air and uttered the words, “we’re screwed“. Obviously we are that couple, the couple who needs to be up to their eyeballs in poop, spit-up and night feeds before we start to get a clue. I feel bad for baby Shinkins-Doyle and I feel bad for us, but I’m loving our new accessories.

His & Hers diaper bags

Sibling Gushing

February 25, 2012

Today I’m going to use my blog as a platform for some sibling gushing. You see, if you know me or have ever met me in person, you would be forgiven for assuming that I am the smartest of all 3 kids in my family. I’m not sure, but I think its my extensive and frighteningly in depth knowledge of all things celebrity, fashion and reality TV, or maybe its my random word choices and theatrical style delivery in conversation that leaves people stunned by the news that I don’t actually hold a PhD in anything, nor am I a member of MENSA, cos clearly, I should be, duh! Well, truth be told, and brace yourselves people, cos this is about to be, if not the the shock of the century, then most definitely the shock of the hour, I AM NOT ACTUALLY THE SMARTEST PERSON IN MY FAMILY. There, I said it. I know most of you are currently clinching your pearls and shaking your heads in utter disbelief, but its true. On top of that, I’m not even the nicest person in my family, not by a long shot. The honor of smartest and nicest person in my family, without a doubt, goes to my older brother, Edward. F’real.

As brother and sister we could not be more different. Its hard to even believe we grew up in the same family. I was the loud, in-your-face, demanding, pushy, pain-in-the-ass sister one hopes never to have and he was the kind, smart, reserved, grin-and-bare it type inflicted upon older brother who I believe must of had dreams of bounding, gagging and leaving me to rot in the back of a wardrobe somewhere on a daily basis. As grown ups our lives took completely differnt paths. While I focused on a career as a professional track athlete, he focused on his love of innovation and all things technology. While I was busy traveling the world, setting records, winning medals and competing at Olympics Games, he was doing the exact same thing, the only difference was his achievements were in a very specialized world, a world that unfortunately not everyone can relate to or understand, that doesn’t grab the spotlight in the same way an Olympic Games does, so his achievements did not always get the full acknowledgement and credit they deserved. But I truly believe, if the world of technology and development did have its own Olympic equivalent, my bother’s cabinet would be bursting with medals, records and titles.

This week however, my brother was recognized as one of the UK’s (he and his family now live and work in London, England) leading IT decision makers and he was interviewed by Testing Circle magazine, which I guess is tech worlds equivalent of Sports Illustrated. Either way my brother was the featured interview and honestly, if I didn’t know him well and hadn’t grown up along side him, I’d swear from reading the article he was some sort of IT Dalai Lama. Seriously. I’ve included a link to the article HERE. If you know Edward its definitely worth reading. And even if you don’t know him, its still definitely worth the read cos I promise, its less about geeky, techy stuff and more about Edward as a person and leader. You’ll be very impressed.

And as his sister I feel its my duty to keep him grounded, to protect him from any kind of serious head inflation resulting from this article, so I chose to post this image of him and I at 4 yrs old and 2 yrs old respectively. Look at me in my Paris Hilton style valor sweatsuit and my brother rocking the turtleneck and oversized collar combo, not to mention my parents choice of weird and over graphical carpet. Everything about this photo screams late 1970’s Ireland.

Permission to Expand

February 22, 2012

I’m officially busting at the seams. Seriously. Each time I try to wrestle the last remaining pair of my regular jeans over my expanding ass, the seams audibly groan and strain under the intensity and pressure. They’re practically begging to be put out of their misery and laid to rest, but up to this point I’ve turned away from them with a deaf ear and continued with the wrangling, wrestling and forcing of my larger self into theses faithful, yet completely abused jeans. True, the button needed to be popped open 2 seconds after it took me 5 minutes to get it closed due to my restricted ability to breath, and true my natural walking stride was severely compromised due to extreme jean tightness, as for sitting, well that wasn’t even an option. But the fact that I was in, meant I could go 1 more day denying the reality that I am now officially too big for every single item of clothing I have in my oversized closet. But alas, this IS the reality and for the first time since morning sickness, I feel legitimately pregnant. Its finally time for this ostrich to take her head out of the sands of denial and start embracing her larger self. So, by the power vested in me from a Dove chocolate wrapper, last night I gave myself the permission to commence shopping, for my new and very pregnant self.

Words of wisdom from a chocolate wrapper and the jeans I will now be laying to rest, with the hope of wearing again someday. The cardigan’s days appear to be numbered too. Just look at the strain on the face of those buttons.

Get Happy

February 18, 2012

It was a long and draining week. I spent most of it in a state of anger and frustration and if it wasn’t for my present condition of pregnant, I’d probably have spent most of the weekend rehydrating on several bottles of Germany’s best Riesling. As it stands, vino a non-option, I opted to eat myself happy on chocolate almond croissants. Then I prettied myself happy with a very enjoyable and relaxing manicure and pedicure.

We practiced for several minutes. Crookie, me and the act of balancing a small heart on his nose. It was going to be his big Valentines Day trick. A special little message of love to share with the world, but once the camera started rolling, his nerves got the better of him and the trick, well, lets just say it went a little south. But he gets 10 huge heart points for effort and 10 more for puppy dog cuteness.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!