Cold With A Side Of Rain

February 28, 2016

Flying with kids is a risky business. I’m not going to lie and say I enjoy it. Its hard, way hard. But for me the opportunity to take the kids somewhere new, or visit family and friends greatly outweighs the struggle of changing your toddlers nappy in an airplane bathroom no bigger than a phone booth, while your 3 year old sits on the sink just to give you the few extra cm’s of elbow space needed to get the job done. Or wearing yourself out trying to come up with entertaining games and conversation in an effort to distracted the kids from the length of time they’ve been stuck on plane. Or trying to not to lose your temper when for the 2 seconds you had to focus on your 2 year old, your luggage and your flight information, your 3 year old disappeared to play his new favorite game of “hide and remain silent” and all of a sudden your head is spinning, your stomach has fallen to the floor, theres a check-in lady asking you repeatedly for your passports but you can’t even hear her cos your in a mental panic thinking something bad has happen to your child. Then he pops out all smiling and joyous shouting “boo” and you want to simultaneously hug him and yell at him. “Stay close. Listen to momma” is what I find myself saying over and over again. Its a tough gig for sure. Its exhausting and its such an effort trying to present yourself as calm and totally in control so that the kids actually enjoy the traveling process and not associate it with momma turning into some psychotic and over bearing nut job. But on the inside thats exactly what I am, a psychotic over bearing nut job with elevated blood pressure and a desperate need to chain the kids to me, at least until we reach our destination. So its no surprise once we do finally reach our destination, all I want is a nap. But of course all the lads want to do is explore. And once we reached my parents house in Ireland, they were off.

Unlike Orlando, Ireland was mostly cold with a side or rain. Or was it mostly rain, with a side of cold? Either way the lads didn’t care, they were busy digging up my parents driveway for the purpose of rock forte building.

There are a ton of toys at my parents house, but this is what all the grandkids love to do the most, dig and play with the rocks on the driveway.

Making sure to abuse all of granddads garden tools as they smash up the place.

Later in the evening we had a visitor. A lovely little lady by the name of Dafne.

Dafne is the baby girl of my friend Derval and she the happiest, smiliest, most edible little thing ever.

My boys loved her.

Lady D is a big eater. She’s just started on her solids and can’t get enough of this new world of flavors.

Post dinner and Cullen gives Dafne a lesson in clapping hands.

While the babies went to bed, the mommas stayed up drinking wine, but the babies never took our late night of boozing into consideration when they woke us up at 6.30am looking for breakfast and playtime. So we rallied, and here they all are, a group shot of their early morning pajama fun.

Not sure what happened, but suddenly Cullen had the urge to stick his finger in Dafne’s mouth. Keane showed his skills as the eldest by correcting Cullen and saving Dafne.

Dafne, shocked and confused and less than impressed. Cullen, thinks its all the craic really.

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