It’s been a hectic few weeks here at the barn. (Not that is unusual). Eoghan’s Godmother RB came to visit, compete with her two dogs (two crazy labs, Bearie and Olive). Not content with beating up Laoise and Henry, they also barked all night ! Now I appreciate how good L&H are !
Orla really liked having her aunt RB around; they had lots of fun going for walks, and baking chocolate chip cookies, and playing in the garden.

After RB left, we had Memorial Day, but the weather was atrocious so we didn’t do too much. Jennifer discovered that her children are growing up, and quickly.
She walked into the kitchen to discover Eoghan feeding himself with no bother, and Orla dispelled any notion of dependence
Momma, I don’t need you anymore. I’m going to get a big truck, just like Daddy. I don’t need you anymore, momma !

Yesterday was a day for check-ups. We discovered that Laoise, the mastiff, is 108 lbs, at 11 months. Meanwhile, and more importantly, it was also Eoghan’s check-up day yesterday. He’s now 16 1/2 months, and a big bruiser. The doctor measured him, then said in disbelief
“No, that can’t be right”,
and measured him again. But it was right – Eoghan is now 35 inches tall. One yardstick that people use is that whatever height you are when you reach two years old is half of the height you’ll ultimately be when you grow up. At this rate, if he only grows another 3 inches in the next 7 months he’s on track to be 6’4″ !
And his independent big sister still loves him.
I’ll push his carriage, Momma. I don’t need you

Both kids are starting their schooling early ! Jenn is going to enroll Orla in a pre-K distance learning program and she ordered the Muzzy French language program for both kids. So pretty soon they’ll be able to order croissants to go with their cafe-au-lait’s !



The past week saw me away on business. On Saturday afternoon, Orla saw the car that had come to bring me to the airport.
Who’s that, Daddy ?
That’s the car to bring me to work.
Don’t go to work, Daddy

With that, Orla ran over and closed, and locked, the front door.
She was none too pleased that I had to head off anyway – so annoyed that for the next day, whenever Jenn mentioned me, Orla looked ticked off.

Sunday morning saw my arrival in Dublin for lunch; that afternoon I continued on to Frankfurt. Monday night was spent in London, where Ian and I checked out some of our old haunts. Tuesday night I managed, despite the bad weather and the French air traffic control strike, to make it to Madrid. Thursday saw my return to the barn, by which time Orla had forgiven me and was pleased to see me again.
She had a fun week; Jenn took her to the local tack shop, where she got outfitted with riding boots, jodhpurs and helmet. She’s all set for starting her career as an equestrienne – we fed the horses at southlands, and signed her up (at her own insistence) for pony rides starting next week.

Meanwhile, Eoghan is continuing to turn into a little boy – although one who likes to vacuum clean. He’s also following in his sister’s footsteps by perfecting his pointing skills, to let Mommy and Daddy know what he wants. If that doesn’t work, of course, he can always resort to screaming ! He likes to ride, too, although since horses are still a little too big for him he’s content with our mastiff, Laoise. We’re looking forward to our summer trip to Ireland where he can beat up his cousins.

Jenn and Orla planted their vegetable and herb gardens today; we’ll let you know if anything grows – or check out the webcam !




May 5, 2003 | Leave a Comment

It’s been a hectic week here. As usual. We’re still in the throes of renovation in the kitchen, although at least we now have running water. Jenn and the two kids were all sick for most of the last week, but fortunately they’re all well on the road to recovery.
That’s more than can be said for our angora rabbit, PJ (“Puddle Jumper”. Don’t ask why a rabbit gets a frog’s name in our house…). PJ is now an ex-rabbit. We’re down, officially, to one – “Hop-to”. We have, in a loose sense, at least one other. Jenn decided last year to release our initial two rabbits, Cadbury and Hershey, from their cage in the expectation that they’d live in the garden and look cute. Being rabbits, of course, they promptly left to find their fortunes in the world. Now the entire neighbourhood is concerned for the welfare of Hershey, as he roams at will. Cadbury, well, she seems to have gone to the great burren in the sky.

So Jenn’s batting average on the rabbit front has taken a bit of a knock. Meanwhile, my suggestion of rabbit stew, upon PJ’s demise, wasn’t dignified with a response.