Monthly Archives: May 2012
29. A Number
Yesterday, I had my first golf lesson. Who would have thunk it? 🙂 Donegal Golf Club in Murvagh is absolutely amazing. I have zero golf experience so I wouldn’t know one course from another but it was so pretty last night.
I was “recruited” by the lady’s captain who I got chatting to the other day and Caroline and I went down for the Craic. We did chip shots and L shots- totally not golf terms but that’s how I’ll remember them. I know it was only my first lesson but I’m a bit dubious about actually playing a round of golf, but I have to say, I enjoyed whacking an inanimate object into the distance repeatedly. 🙂
28. The weather today
An unimaginative post, I was too busy enjoying the Donegal heat wave to take photos 🙂 I don’t have another day off until Saturday and who knows if this weather will last til then.
I would have spent all day on the roof getting a tan today but I had two meetings in letterkenny which turned out to be very productive and very positive as well! 😉
Here’s hoping they take off!
27. Something sweet
I would have lived my life quite happily if I had never discovered dolly mixture. It’s an British sweet that is pure sugar. I don’t eat them often, but when I get a hankering for them, I will eat a full pound bag and be sick for the rest of the week. Even my kids won’t eat it cos its too sweet!
This is the 3rd or 4th day that the temp has been in the mid-high 20s. In Donegal, that is considered a heat wave! 🙂
It also means my freckles are multiplying. Yes, I am asian and yes, they are definitely freckles (not age spots, you cheeky bastard!) My mom is a a lot fairer than me and she’s freckly all over. Gabriella is too and I don’t think she got it from her daddy.
I didn’t forget my photo a day, I just didn’t take it with my phone so I must remember to upload it.
We had a great day yesterday. We started off with a breakfast tea party outside then headed off to a birthday party for one of gabriella’s school friends. It was a scorcher of a day and the kids were melting! Me too, actually.
We checked out the festival in town as well but the kids were so tired by then.
We missed the face painting so I promised them I’d do it at home. Gabriella wanted her arms “tattooed”.
She wanted a fruit arm and a vegetable arm. And she wanted to know did she really have to wait til she’s 18 to get a real one.
Hmm, methinks I’m going to have reconsider my standard answer of “when you’re 18”.
On another note, I was changing Max’s dirty nappy at the party yesterday and a little girl burst in cos she really needed the loo. I told her I was nearly finished but she could go if she didn’t mind I was still changing max. I had my back to her and max was standing in the corner when she said, “what’s that?”. I thought she meant the poopy wipes so I said, “it’s poop!”. She said, “that’s not poop! The long thing. My daddy has one but it’s bigger.” She saved me from having to respond by walking happily away.
Now the thing is, we have an open door policy in our house. My mom taught me to be comfortable in my own skin and would think nothing of getting changed in front of us. I don’t understand families who are so uncomfortable with seeing each other partially dressed or are appalled when someone farts. Like seriously, I’m not talking about a lack of privacy or walking around naked all day or letting loose all manner of bodily function. There’s modesty and there’s exhibitionism, I’m talking the line in between.
Anyway, what I’m wondering is, at what age do I say, right, can’t walk in on daddy having a shower or get out so I can change? It’s difficult because on one hand I teach them about private parts and good touch and bad touch, but I also want to instil a confidence in them, to be happy in their own skin and have that openness in our relationship that they can come to us because there are no closed doors? I don’t know if that makes sense. It’s a minefield!
It is hotter in Donegal than in Malaga, Spain today. If that is not unusual, I don’t know what is. I will be in Ireland for 12 years on the 11th of July and I’ve only gotten a tan here once. And that was the year tens of thousands died all across Europe from heat stroke and forest fires. Seriously.
As the Irish are fond of saying, long may it last! (the good weather, not the dying part)
Oh, I’m running a day behind. I got the photo taken but didn’t get a chance to post yesterday. Its been so busy but I’m not complaining. Come September everything will have quietened down. I refuse to get sick over my busy wedding period and back to back shoots on top of my tour guiding stint and of course the kids. I can get sick in October.
G is doing the ISL sign for pink in the photo. I’ve missed the last 2 classes and I’m really hoping I don’t have to drop it. 😦 I teach her a few signs each week and she remembers signs for words she likes like dance, pink, rainbow, pet, etc 🙂 I suppose like any other language, you lose it when you don’t use it regularly so we try to practice together. It’s a bit frustrating that ISL is different to ASL and BSL too.
Anyway, I took the kids to see peppa pig live in Derry today.
We had an awesome day. It was actually warm today (18-21c IS warm in Ireland). G kept saying it was like being in the Philippines. She was so happy to be wearing a sleeveless dress and no leggings. She kept saying how she only wears “no sleeves” in Manila. And then when we went to the multi storey car park, she said, “Mummy, are you sure we’re not in the Philippines? This car park looks like the Philippines! It smells like it too!”
And when we went through the mall she said it was definitely like my home- full of shopping! Ah, my little country mouse.
Max was also amused that he was wearing shorts. He kept asking what happened to his trousers and kept pulling them down to cover his legs.
We were on our way home when Gia said she had to go to the loo and we stopped in KFC. It was getting late so I thought I’d get them something to eat. I got them popcorn chicken and chips and off we went in the car. Five minutes later, Gabriella informed me that she was not eating any of it cos it wasn’t real food!
We ended up stopping at a hotel and I got them some pasta. I am grateful that my kids don’t care for junk/fast food, just makes it awkward when there’s no where else to go. Neither of them will eat anything in mc donalds either. Maybe fries, in a push. Nor do they like soda, thank goodness. I’ll have enough dentists bills in the future with braces ( and it’s already evident Gabriella will need them) without having to contend with rotten teeth as well. We still get funny looks when she tells people at birthday parties that she doesn’t drink soda. And I’m being totally judgemental when I say who serves soda at a 5 year olds birthday party anyway! 🙂
If only I can wean them off chocolate!
21. Where you stand
I have two photos today.
The first is simply where I stand.
Today is the first day there is any real hope for a bit of summer sunshine. The fact that I’m not wearing my wooly boots is a call for celebration. 🙂
The second is taking a stand. We make choices all the time, the line in the sand isn’t always clear and sometimes there is more than one line. I like the concept of the photo, if not the execution. Love/hate is very black and white. There is also indifference, apathy, dislike, like and the other shades of grey goes on. I could have chosen any two words or issues, yes and no would have covered a whole gamut of things as well. But of course I was impatient to get it done with very limited materials.
So for the moment, this is where I stand.
20. Something you can’t live without.
Let’s face it, I *can* live without my iPhone. I totally agree with all the haters about how it’s a time suck and perpetuates non face to face interaction and how it doesn’t let you disconnect or just BE.
But when I was doing endless feedings in the middle of the night, it kept me awake enough so that I wouldn’t drop the baby.
And when max used my reader as a hammer, iBooks saved the day. Because if it’s one thing I really can’t live without, it’s books.
That’s what I really can’t live without. I’ve been a voracious reader for as long as I can remember. There is nothing and no where you can’t do or go to if you read. Simple as that.
One of the most important legacies I can give my children is an appreciation for reading. I hope they enjoy it half as much as I do.
And I won’t start the debate vs “real” books and ebooks. I love both, I buy both. You can’t beat the smell and feel and tactile experience of holding an actual book. And neither can you beat carrying your library of 400+ books in your pocket.