Archive for May, 2013

I can’t believe it, we are T – 7 days away from Keane’s 1st Birthday. Where oh where has the last year gone? One minute I’m holding a newborn, a teeny tiny little baby who couldn’t even support the weight of his own head, to now chasing a toddler with a desperate desire for exploration, especially if it involves a toilet, a fridge or a dishwasher, around the house. This time last year, The Husband and I really had no idea that we were 1 week away from having life as we know it change forever. I could fill page after page, rambling on about all of the amazing things, tough things, adorable things and absolutely gross, never to be shared with anyone who isn’t a parent things that have made this first year of parenthood, the toughest most enjoyable year of our lives. But I won’t, instead I’m just going to share with you the photos I took this week of my not so little baby to mark this, his first year milestone. And in case your wondering why I’m doing this a full week before the actual day of his birth, its because tomorrow The Husband, Keane and I are flying to Oregon for a week and my vintage lap-top that’s been threatening to die for the last couple of months, finally passed, so I will be without a way to upload and post the images while we are traveling.

But without further ado, I give you the soon-to-be Birthday Boy.

Already getting into the celebration mood.

Now that Keane is older, he is starting to find ways of letting me know when he does and doesn’t want to do the things I want him to do. His little chair was fun for a minute, but then he began giving me the look that made me feel like I was dishing out punishments instead of capturing adorable life long memories.

We just spotted something shiny or noisy off in the distance, right before we remembered how bored we were.

Since he started walking two weeks ago, life for Keane has taken a turn for the better. He now walks everywhere, even if its just laps around the couch.

Thanks to my friend Derval for grabbing a couple of photos of me and my soon-to-be-Birthday Boy before she left.

I’ve been sitting in front of my computer struggling. I write a sentence and delete it cos it sounds to corny. I write another, but delete it cos its doesn’t say enough. I try again, but delete cos now things might be getting a little too crazy. Basically I’m trying to say that this week my best friend and Keane’s godly mother, Derval left us to go back to Ireland and I’m sad. I know there’s a better way to say it, “Thank You” that is, but for some reason, I just can’t find the right words. Life was so much easier, funnier, tastier, chattier, sillier, ruder, politically incorrect’er and a lot less stressful’er while you were here, so I can’t for the life of me figure out why you wanted to go home??? (confused face). I know you have a life, a fiancé, a dog, a family and dare I say it “other friends” back in Ireland but over here, you’ve got me and baby Cheeks (Keane’s nickname), so logically there is no reason to ever leave. In a big effort to have you reconsider your decision, I’m posting some photos of your time here, hoping to stir up some kind of emotion that will have you jump on the next plane headed back to Atlanta. Me? Selfish? How dare you : )

Derval’s trip was a mix of business (training and competing) and pleasure, ME! and here she is in the midst of a pretty tough workout.

A position all to familiar to our fellow athletes. Y’all know she is only one 150m run away from fetal position.

And of course there was no going home without getting some fun photos with baby Keane.

A final group shot to say “Good Bye & Thank You and Hurry Back”.

Bon-Appe-Your-Beets

May 23, 2013

He was crying harder than normal, struggling to settle, he didn’t want water, he didn’t want his bottle. Even when I took him into the bed with The Husband and I (and kitty, and occasionally Crooked) he could still find no peace or comfort. I, with my doctorate in medicine specializing in the area of motherhood, with qualifications achieved from The University of Google, diagnosed the situation as, teething. After applying some relieving teething lotion to the gums I snuggled and rocked my little patient, waiting for some form of relief to kick in. Several hours later, somewhere between 3 and 4 am, we had a result. A sleeping baby. Round 2, the following night played out much the same, more tears, more discomfort, more pain and frustration and that was just me. These f*#king teeth were about to send me over the edge, but I powered on with the same treatment and just like the night before, managed to get everyone settled and asleep by 3 or 4am. Round 3, by now i’m sleep deprived and falling apart at the seams and I’m beginingg to entertain the possibility that I might have misdiagnosed the issue. Something is definitely not right. So I call the doctor and take Keane in the next day where I find out that my baby, has in fact got a whopping ear infection. Instantly I felt like the worst mother in the world. THE WORST. The doctor is describing the treatment and medicine she’s about to prescribe but I can barely hear her cos my internal self-talk is screaming at me, “You. Are. The. Worst. Mother. EVER! EVERRRRRRR!” And you The University of Google, you suck. The good news is we are almost a full week into treatment and showing improvement. The bad news, the medicine is causing some explosive diarrhea. But the other good news is we have Keane’s godly mother, Derval on hand to cook up some “replace what the medicine is flushing out, with some yummy nourishing colorful foods in”.

So far the beet risotto with goat cheese, is the crowd favorite.

Atlanta Grand Prix

May 22, 2013

We, The Husband and I, our family, exist in 2 different worlds. We have our regular, daily, life away from the track world and then there’s our track world. This time of year things start to get a little crazy and both worlds have a way of colliding, sometimes dramatically. For those who may not know, The Husband is a sports agent to track and field athletes (Click here for his site), but just this year also added NFL agent to his list of credentials. As if that wasn’t enough, he was also inspired to organize and host a world class track meet here in Atlanta, Georgia. This meet happened last weekend and was a HUGE success. The crowds came out and the TV cameras were on hand to capture some amazing performances by some of the worlds top athletes and Olympians. There was even a live band playing throughout the meet that helped bring a little rock n’ roll to the already electric atmosphere. All in all it could not have gone better. Granted The Husband got approximately -2 hours sleep the entire week leading up and in the days immediately following the meet, but I know if you asked him, he’d say it was all worth it and of course he plans to do it all again next year. Crazy ba#tard. And while most of the credit for organizing such an amazing meet lies very much with The Husband, he couldn’t have done it without the help and assistance of so many people, people I’m not even going to try and mention here for fear of leaving someone out, but I will give a small shout out to myself cos its my blog and I can, for my own little contributions to project Atlanta Grand Prix. First of all, the website, with only 2 days to do it and under titanic pressure, I had it complete and live, right on time. You can check it out right HERE for all of the meet details and results. Secondly, for mine and Keane’s taxiing service. Yep, me and my little co-piolit took on some of the responsibilities of driving athletes to and from the track as well as to and from the airport. And let me just tell you, without a doubt, we were the party wagon. Those lucky athletes who got to ride with me and Keane, also got to clap, bounce, sing and shout at the top of their voices to the mad beats of “Old McDonald“, “The Wheels on the Bus” and “Row Row Row Your Boat“, I wish I was kidding. But everyone was such a good sport and Keane really appreciated the participation and enthusiastic singing of all of our athlete passengers, as did his momma. But enough of the jabbering, lets get to some photos of some of the athletes in action at the 2013 Atlanta Grand Prix.

Here were have the 2012 Olympic Champion and World Record holder for the decathlon, Ashton Eaton in action at the shot put.

Trey Hardee, silver medalist at the 2012 Olympic Games and the eventual winner of this shot put event.

This is Brianne Theisen, Canadian heptathlete, London 2012 Olympian and the only girl brave enough to go head to head with the men in the shot put. Here she is being interviewed by 2005 World Champion in the mens shot putt, Adam Nelson.

High-fives for an great competition.

Look who had a ringside seat to all of the shot put action. Although he looks a little concerned at the approaching clouds and possibility of a rain shower.

Local TV stations get a few words from the Olympic Champion.

BFF Derval O’Rourke getting warmed up for the women’s hurdles. Wonder if she’s listening to “Old McDonald” on her iPod???

Lolo Jones, Derval O’Rourke and some of the other ladies competing in the 100m hurdles practice their starts in the warm-up area.

Queen Harrison winner of the first heat of the 100m hurdles and eventual 2nd place finisher in the final.

Derval was a little frustrated with her own performance, so its best if we focus on how cute she was looking rather than the run itself.

Lolo Jones, winner of the 2nd heat and later the winner of the final.

Ashton getting interviewed by our rockstar band The Velveteen Playboys.

Jumping Barriers

May 15, 2013

We’ve hit the track running this week. No, not me, but my good friend and Keane’s very godly mother Derval O’Rourke. Its been lovely having Derv stay with us for the past 2 weeks. She’s really over here to do some early season racing but off the track she just so happens to be a phenomenal cook and has been dishing up some very excellent food for the entire Shinkins-Doyle household. In return for her appetizing nourishment, I have been offering up my coaching skills, limited as they are in the hurdles.

This is Nia Ali and Derval in the midst of a very intense training session early this week.

Keane has been working diligently on his walking skills and now feels confident and ready enough to take on a little hurdling of his own.