Easter news

April 27, 2003 | Leave a Comment

So here we are, at the end of April. It’s been craziness as usual here at An Grianan.

Last weekend we had Easter. On Saturday, Jenn brought Orla to Southlands for an Easter egg hunt.
Part of the festivities included a pony ride. Orla, of course, wanted to go for a ride. Jenn was pretty sure, since the ponies were so big, that Orla would be petrified when the time came for her to mount up. But no, she showed no fear. Feet in the stirrups, holding the reins, she was a natural. So much so that she insisted on going for a repeat ride when the first came to an end…

Our kitchen is a tip right now. We decided on a simple remodeling exercise – to break through the wall behind the sink so that Jenn could keep an eye on the kids as she was cooking. Of course, things are never so simple once the contractors arrive.

“Well, we can extend the island out to here…”
“With the larger island, what about a nice Belfast sink.”
“That sink needs some new faucets – you can go for these…”
“That’s a gorgeous faucet. Shouldn’t you replace this old butcher block here ?”
“With the new butcher block, new counter tops would look really nice…”

Two weeks later and we still have no water in the sink. (We were without the dishwasher for almost two weeks. Try *that* with two kids !)

Incidentally, on the subject of kitchens, we’re learning that Eoghan is a smart cookie. I left a bottle of wine on the cooker, and Jenn said that it was dangerous, because Eoghan could get it.
“But it’s out of his reach”, I protested.
“Watch this”, she insisted.
A moment later, Eoghan came over, opened the oven door, and climbed up, using it as a step to reach the stove top.

On the ourdoor front, now that Spring is here Jenn – and Orla – are busy planting flowers in the front garden, and the courtyard. (Be sure to check out the webcam from time to time).
Despite her other qualities, Jenn is not so great at directing the hose when watering the flowers. Orla was not impressed.

“Mommy, I’m not a flower. Don’t water me”.



Despite the snow of last weekend, it looks like Spring has finally arrived. And not a moment too soon for those of us who have hardly seen our grass since last December. In fact, it has been perfect weather to welcome the latest addition to our menagerie, Henry. Or, more precisely, Henrietta. But more of her in a moment…We have been getting some work done in our kitchen – in short, breaking through the wall behind the sink and the creation of an island. As a result, Jenn and the kids spent some of the week in her mother’s new house up the road, while I stayed in Manhattan in the AC.Jenn and Orla conspired against me to get a second dog. They both knew they wanted a small dog (compared to Laoise, our mastiff). Every day they looked at pictures on the internet of bulldogs near us. Every night when I called, Orla – who had already picked out a name for the new addition – would say to me “Daddy, I want Henry. I want to pick him out“. (Clearly, even at two and a half she knows her own mind).So it should come as no surprise that when I arrived home from work on Friday afternoon, and Orla came running up to me to give me a hug saying “Daddy, I missed you” (again, not bad for two and a half) , I spotted at her feet what looked to be a little piglet. Closer inspection revealed that it was a bulldog, Henry. Closer inspection still revealed that it was Henrietta, not Henry. Henry, however, is the name she goes by.This week also saw the arrival of Orla’s first bike, a tricycle. She’s very proud of it and takes great care of it, running out to take it in out of the rain.Meanwhile, main news on the Eoghan front is that he said his fourth word today. And so it’s no surprise, given that he likes his food, that after “Mam“, “Dad” and his favourite, “No“, his new word is “Cracker“.



The sun finally came out here in Rhinebeck, and the temperature hit the 60’s. I headed off to Connemara to recharge the batteries (a week of great food and unbelievable weather – I’ll post some pics soon). As soon as I got back, though, winter returned here. More snow ! We’re ready for the sun.

Orla and Eoghan are in fine form. Orla’s vocabulary is expanding every day.
She can now say her abc – not bad for two and a half – and is painting up a storm, making easter eggs for everyone.

While I was away, she said to Jenn : “Where’s Daddy ? I want my Daddy”. The next day, her patience had worn out : “Momma, I’m a little mad ! Daddy’s not home”.

Meanwhile, Eoghan is taking after his daddy – he sits in an armchair in front of the TV and takes turns with his 4 remote controls. At other times, he uses Laoise (our mastiff) as a bench on the ground. He also takes after his uncle Justin because his new phase is massive bear hugs.