Archive for August, 2015

Off To The Homeland

August 28, 2015

So the blog is about to take a 2 week hiatus as we wing our way to Ireland to have loads of craic with all of our Irish family and friends. If we’re Facebook or Instagram friends you’ll be able to follow along as I’m sure I’ll be posting some updates here and there along the way. Otherwise we will see each other back here on the blog in 2 weeks. Try not to miss us : )

So these are a couple of old snap of the boys, from last St. Patrick’s Day, but they’re very Irish and so they go well with our upcoming trip.

Cullen is under there somewhere.

Travel Plans

August 25, 2015

We’re gearing up for a big weekend. This Friday night we will be boarding a flight to Ireland to spend 2 weeks visiting and catching up with family and as many of our Irish friends as possible. I say “We’re gearing up” but what I really mean is “I” am gearing up, cos this momma is about to brave a transatlantic flight alone with a 3 year old and an 18 month old. I’ve been very good so far at blocking out all of the possible disasters this experience may bestow on me, but every now and then the fear will catch me off guard and awaken a slight fight or flight response from my nervous system. Its not that I haven’t flown solo with them before, I have, twice, just never anything long-haul. But kids are as unpredictable as a wild animal, just because you’ve had a couple of manageable flights in the past, that by no-means means the next one will play out in a similar manner. In fact, believing so, would be a mothers biggest mistake. And even though we are still 4 days away from our departure, this mothers preparation began a week ago. Oh yes, prepardness is key, and right now should any of my kids complain about being hungry, thirsty, bored, hot, cold, tired or tight from sitting in a seat too long, I’ve got it covered. Should anyone decided to surprise me with snot, puke, diarrhea, pee-pee or any other gross yet popular childhood function, I’ve got that covered too. Yet I still hesitate in my belief that I am ready, at the end of the day we are dealing with kids, and lets be honest, when it comes to kids, you’re never really ready. So my survival plan is to take the experience on one small step at a time. From packing, to checking in, to boarding, to flying, until our arrival in Dublin, its all about the baby steps.

And something that has absolutely nothing to do with my rant above, but are just some really cute photos from last night when I took the boys down to Marietta Square to play and explore.

The Square.

The little blue butt hanging over the fountain wall, is Keane.

Cullen got a little distracted by something, but he made his way towards the fountain eventually.

The boys.

Keane running laps around the fountain

Cullen too.

Of course Cullen couldn’t resist the play train.

Keane is in his jump off everything phase.

Fishy Fishy

August 23, 2015

A weekend visit to the Georgia Aquarium for the boys and our little friend Zachary.

Up very close and personal to all of the aquatic action.

Our little friend Zachary.

Cullen was in awe of the ginormous fish tank with so many fish and so much colour.

Keane gets as close as he can.

Happy little boy.

Even the ceiling was full of fish.

And as luck would have it, during our visit it was time to clean the tank glass and feed the fish, a job done by this scuba diver.

The boys watching the scuba diver in action.

These fish know whats up. Following the food.

Keane loved watching the whole feeding process.

He also made sure Cullen didn’t miss any of the action.

The boys, loving it.

Managed to grab this moment of Keane giving his brother a big hug.

Don’t ask me who this guy is, I have no idea, sea horse?

Either way he had Keane channelling his inner cheerleader.

Cullen on the moving walkway is just a tad confused.

Sharks, this was Keane’s favorite part.

Baby Zachary having the best time.

Cullen and Zachary having a little moment together.

School Days

August 19, 2015

I can’t even handle it. Today both my babies headed off to school. Keane is now in preschool and Cullen started baby school. Keane was so excited. He couldn’t wait to show his teacher and his classmates his brand new dinosaur back-pack. He smiled his big smile, waved to me as he walked through the door and told me he’d see me “y’ater“. Ouch! Didn’t need a hug or any kind of reassurance that I was coming back. Which is a good thing I know, but still, ouch! Cullen on the other hand was way more excited about the build up to his big school going moment. He had no idea what was happening, all he knew was that he got to pick himself out a brand new back-pack (an elephant, his favorite animal right now,) and fill it with snacks, new crayons and a glue stick. Once we arrived at the school and he realized what was happening, all hell broke loose. So no need for me to feel wounded by Keane’s independence, Cullen had plenty of “don’t leave me momma” emotion for all of us. With tears in my eyes I eventually left my youngest baby in the capable hands of his teachers, and spent the next few hours in a constant state of worry until it was time to picked them both up again.

And of course getting some “back to school” photos of my boys was a must, even at 7.30 in the morning.

So getting a photo of the lads together, lets see how that went. Well, Cullen slapped his brother.

Keane then went and restrained Cullen’s slapping arm.

This pissed Cullen off but bothered Keane not one bit as he turned his attention back to his bus.

A few silly words and noises from momma for distraction and I get this very similar confused look from both of them.

Eventually we got a decent enough shot.

Not sure whats happening here.

Cullen heads off for a wander.

Keane tells me “I’ll go get him momma” and just like that I have this moment of my boys holding hands.

Keane ushers Cullen back towards the car so we can leave for school.

Running With Scissors

August 16, 2015

Lord help us he’s developed an interest in sharp objects, scissors to be specific and right now we can’t find enough things to cut. I’ve set some ground rules as far as the scissor usage goes and so far he’s adhering to the rules. But I just know there will come a day, when rules or no rules, the temptation to cut the forbidden or his curiosity of the outcome will be too great for him to resist. Lets all just hope its not his brothers hair, his own hair or one of the animals that gets the barber Keane treatment.

Yesterday Keane’s focus was on cutting play-doh.

Keane may look nothing like me, but he has many traits and mannerisms that without a doubt he got from his momma. Sticking his tongue out in moments of deep concentration is one of them.

“Be afraid, be very afraid”. This sharp object is bringing way too much happiness and joy.

“Look mommy, I cut out a strawberry”