Archive for September, 2019

Battered

September 29, 2019

All quiet on the blog. All quiet cos the boys were on Fall Break from School all last week. Which means pretty much zero down time for a mother cos we’re busy doing lots of “fill the day” activities. And filling the days of 2 seemingly endless energy boys, will leave a mother battered and wrecked. Too battered and wrecked to do anything but crawl into her bed in the evening and pass out 10 minutes into her 3rd maybe 4th attempt to watch “Peaky Blinders” on Netflix. #momlife.

Anyway, lots to share, just searching for the opportunities to do it. Have a part 2 post on the cousins visit and trip to the lake cabin. Also during last weeks Fall Break, a fellow mom friend of mine and her 2 boys, me and my 2 boys took a trip to Helen, GA for a few days. So a post in the works on that too.

In the mean time, here are the 4 Doyle Boys (& Dexter). As captured on the final morning of our trip to the lake.

And 4 friends, as captured on our friends trip to Helen, GA last week.

The Adventure Bunch

September 22, 2019

I took soooo many photos. I always do when the cousins get together. They’re an adventurous little bunch of fellas who never stop going, so me and my trigger happy shooting finger worked overtime persevering all their together moments. A couple of weeks ago when the cousins came to visit, we took ourselves off to the lake for a weekend. Rented a dotey little cabin style house right on the water for all of fishing, boating, tubing and swimming needs.

I’m currently trying to type this post out on my phone, and I have to be honesty, it’s not going well. The phone screen while wonderful, doesn’t always give me the full view a desktop monitor would, so my sentences seem to disappear off the edge of the page only to reappear but not always in the right place. The battle of thumb size v’s key size is real and autocorrect is endlessly trying to put works in my mouth which I don’t appreciate, cos I’m more than capable of coming across foolish all by myself. Thanks anyway autocorrect. All this to say I’m done fighting with my phone in a effort to share the photos in the post, so I’m skipping any commentary on the various pics. Today, the photos will have to speak for themselves. Commentary will resume for next post as I will be back in front of my wonderful desktop by the end of the week. Until then, enjoy!

Little Pressure Cookers

September 15, 2019

Last week the boys and their friend Bryson, took on a different type of adventure. We took the fun inside for the boys first official cooking class. The menu they were learning to prepare was: Chicken Tenders with Waffles. Fruit Smoothies and Egg-in-a-Donut Hole. Not a short menu by any means and a lot of challenging kitchen skills to navigate and figure out. There were so many moments where disaster seemed imminent. Aisha (Bryson’s mom) and I were in a constant state of high alert. Not to mention the amount of times we had to remind the boys that the kitchen utensils were not in fact weapons or toys. But over all, I was very impressed with the boys eagerness to listen and learn. How well they followed instructions and how excited they were by the process and especially the result, cos we all got to sit down and enjoy the meal the boys worked so hard to prepare.

Getting set up in the kitchen.

Preparing the chicken to marinade. Not everyone was a fan of touching the raw chicken and by that I mean Cullen was having none of it. But Keane and Bryson we all in.

Cullen was more than happy to make the marinade sauce and really enjoyed rubbing the sauce all over the chicken.

Next up, watching and learning how to measure out the ingredients for the waffles.

And now they have to do it themselves.

Cullen trying to sneak a taste test (right). And ta-dah! The waffles and turning out so well (left).

3 very good looking waffles.

Watching the prep for the final dish, Egg-in-a-Donut Hole. Cullen is starting to hit a wall. Cooking is a tiring gig.

But he found his second wind when he realized this was the last dish and next came the eating.

Doing a great job.

At last, all the work is done. Its time to enjoy the foods of our labour. Smoothie cheers for Bryson and Keane.

Cullen had zero time for cheers. He was hungry and he’d been patient for long enough.

3 very proud little chefs. Well done boys.

Mothers Who Mud Run

September 9, 2019

A distance of 5 km. With 20 obstacles. Temperatures of 100 degrees. Oh and, lots of mud. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you 3 badass mommas who took on the 2019 Rugged Maniac Mud Run Challenge.…..and survived. We climbed over walls, under fences, burrowed below the ground, slide down poles, dragged chains the weight of a car tire, crawled under barbed wire in knee high mud, monkey barred over many, many mud trenches (and fell in) and slide our way down mud slides. And we did it all with a big smile on our mud covered faces.

My good friends and fellow badass mud runners, Christi (left) and Cassie (right) and me (middle). This is our pre-race shot obviously, cos we’re still clean and dry.

Spent a solid hour going through the event photos to see if any of the onsite photographers managed to grab pictures of us going through any of the messy and very challenging obstacles, but the only one I found was this epic shot of the 3 of us on the massive bouncy slide into the final mud pool. A keeper for the memory book for sure.

Its Another Centre Parc Post

September 4, 2019

Final round up of photos from our Centre Parcs adventure and on one of the mornings Keane and I headed off for a little one on one time. Being close in age, Cullen and Dafne have a natural bond and gravitate towards each other. Dafne is a real lad, and they love the same lad’ish things. Being a couple of years older, Keane sometimes feels a little on the outside for their friendship. He doesn’t always want to do the things they do, so on the morning of our second day, Derval took the “littles” off for a bike ride and a bug hunting adventure, while Keane and I opted for some rope climbing, zip-lining and archery.

Keane, my fearless child.

After our aerial adventure, it was time to weapon up and rock our inner Robin Hood.

Both of us really enjoyed the archery. To the point that Im actively seeking out some local archery clubs.

Getting closer to that bullseye.

Robin Keane.

The evening of our final day, everyone wanted to spend it at the water park. While we waited for Derv to get her sh*t together, I entertained myself by grabbing a few cute memory snaps of these little besties on yet another amazing adventure. Keane insisted his Centre Parcs bike be in the photos. There were even questions about the possibility of bringing the bike back to America with us.

Theses 2 :)

Our cute little crew.

When you ask your non-photographer friend to grab a few snaps of yourself and your kids, the result can be a little……different.

After the water park (no photos from the water park cos, expensive camera + building full of waterslides, wave pool, lazy river, rapids and sprayers = lots of potential for disaster) it was back to our cabin for some pre-bedtime fun.

It may look like Dafne is trying to assault Cullen, but she’s just very excited about the baby dinosaur she found in the fossil eggs they’d been smashing.

Cute little peasant girl.

Our last morning, time to return the bikes :(

Keane left Centre Parc with a collection of hats. A sailor hat to go with his Robin Hood hat.

Before we left we had to stop off at the pottery class to see how our Dragon, Snake & Shark tuned out after their night in the kiln.