July 29, 2004 | Leave a Comment

Eoghan has really started to talk in the past few weeks. He’s very direct now in expressing just what he wants.

For example, since Jenn made the mistake of buying him matchbox cars in CVS (the local drugstore) on a number of occasions, he now insists:

I want car CVS. Now.

When he gets there, he goes straight inside the shop and runs to the aisle where the toy cars are. Jenn brought them to CVS today, and unfortunately the kids noticed that in the same isle that held the cars there were also squirt bottles. Eoghan and his sister immediately purchased them, before proceeding to destroy the house with water.

Meanwhile, he’s not as much of a pushover for Orla now, and has started to stand up to her:

Orla no, that’s mine. No share Orla.

He sticks his face in hers and says I want yellow.

And just as Orla used to say I want too much, to indicate that she wanted more of something, he now says I want 7,8,9.

He’s also more interactive when playing games now, his favorite with Jenn being “You Eoghan, me Mommy”.

When Jenn says, No, I’m not Eoghan, he replies Yes, you Eoghan and he roars with laughter.

His favourite toy now is a rubber lizard, “Rainbow Carson”, or “Carson” (don’t ask) to which he is totally attached. He sleeps with it, he takes it to the pool club with him, and to restaurants. Tonight at dinner, he fed it a piece of lettuce off his plate and said “Carson food“. He’ll be very responsible when he gets older !



I posted proofs of some of the pictures I took at the Eithne and Conall’s Big Day Out on July 9th. You can see them by clicking here.



Saturday saw us head down to Mt. Kisco, to Tara and Pat’s, for Jack’s first birthday. A fun time was had by all, with the kids enjoying the bouncing castle and general mayhem. And Orla, of course, was delighted to meet her Godmother again. The grown-ups enjoyed letting the kids entertain themselves (for a few minutes !).

Unfortunately we couldn’t stay too long, ’cause we had to rush back home to meet RB and Greg – so Eoghan was able to meet his Godmother !

Unbenownst to Greg, we had planned a different night out. We brought him and RB to Southlands, our local stable, for a genuine hoe-down, kick-up-your-heels, square dance. It wasn’t what they were used to in Connecticut, but that’s the danger you run when you come to visit those of us who live in the sticks.

Despite not being exactly Fred and Ginger types, we all had a smashing good time watching everyone else – from five year olds to whatevers – strut their respective stuff in stompin’ good fashion. In fact, even us city slickers got caught up in the moment, and found ourselves strutting our own stuff in a most indecorous fashion with the best of them. My only disappointment was that I had forgotten to bring my cowboy hat and chaps.

Next time we’ll bring the kids. And the out-laws. 



conall.jpgThis weekend saw me take a quick trip to Dublin. My cousin Conall was finally to marry his girlfriend – of fourteen years – Eithne. (It’s good to see that he didn’t rush into it). Anyway, I flew over Thursday night, arriving in on Friday morning around 8AM for the lunchtime wedding. We partied into the night – ’til close on 5AM – before I had to head back to the airport for a 9AM flight on Saturday morning. It was a short visit, but well worth the trip. I got some great pictures which I’ll have to process over the next week or two.



n case you’re wondering about the paucity of updates on this weblog, we are all in fine fettle. We’ve been pretty low-key, and have just enjoyed spending a quiet July 4th weekend at home.

I spent a fair amount of time over the last few days learning Photoshop and using it on some of the 400 pictures I took last weekend at an equestrian event not far from here. Jenn, meanwhile, had – as always – her hands full looking after the two monsters.

The kids are in great form; Orla is definitely enjoying dancing. She goes to a ballet and tap class once a week now, and also a creative movement class. She’s excited about her upcoming public debut, and has already told me the precise flowers she wants ! (She must have heard about the time my bouquet of roses was presented to Altynai Asylmuratova. But that’s another story…)

Eoghan, meanwhile, still loves trucks and cars and mud. He has a great time every day on his trike, although he never really gets anywhere, just up and down the path. But in 10 or 15 years, who knows, maybe we’ll all be on our push-bikes, heading up the Alpe d’Huez. (Incidentally, La Tour (or De Tewer, in Kelly-speak), has just started. I personally don’t think Lance has a snowball’s chance of clinching his 6th win, but what do I know…)

Given that we’re into summer here, complete with high temperatures and disgusting humidity, both kids are enjoying the local swim club. It’s a nice facility, quite close to us, with a snack bar, adults’ pool and a kiddie pool. Not as snobby as a Connecticut country club, we all like it.