Showing posts with label images. Show all posts
Showing posts with label images. Show all posts
wordless wednesday :: at home in Ireland
23 August 2013
My favourites of the week, as pictoral essay:
1. the children, stretching their legs and exploring mountain lakes
2. the view from our backgarden, at sunset
3. i don't know them, but they picked a great spot for a girls' night
4. a morning with just the two of them
5. my birthday dates, today as I turn 35... they keep me young/humble/exhausted/content.
How was your week? Any favourite things pop up? Write about it, use the button and let me know!
17 June 2013
I had this grand idea to go out for the day "on assignment" (as in, I'd been given some assigned work to do and thought I'd double dip and make this an actual blog assignment), grab images of my day along the way, and share it with you. And it was going pretty well... until a school-pick-up crisis. Then it all went to pot. But no matter. I'm gonna share it with you anyway.
Soundtrack: Illinoise (Sufjan Stevens)
Reading: Jesus Calling (Sarah Young) & Bird by Bird (Anne Lamott)
The bus is our primary mode of transportation when going into City Centre. When we lived here before, we took the train into town, riding fast along the sea. But now we're bus people, on the upper deck for the better view.
Every street sign and most building signs are bilingual. Irish is still the "first language" of Ireland, but English is the primary language for most of the country. I am terrible at pronouncing Irish words, but you do find yourself getting used to seeing them everywhere and using them occasionally.
Most sidewalks/footpaths have a pedestrian side and a cycling side. This is great for me as I'm incapable of walking straight, or figuring out which side of the road or path I'm supposed to walk on.
Fact: I do my best work by the sea. With coffee.
Ok, now here is where my day lost the plot. Imagine it's filled with speed-walking, frantic phone calls to a friend who serves as our school emergency contact, waiting for buses, and an usually quiet afternoon while we all cooled off. Don't worry. No children were permanently scarred in the making of this day.
At bedtime, Jack had to do some emergency surgery on E's lego ice dragon.
How I end my day, every day, under those bright curtains with a snoring Asher by my side.
And there you go. About 2/3 of my day. I skipped all meals as I have a general "no pictures of food" policy (with one french exception) and our kitchen is usually overrun by three small people and a LOT of crumbs under the table. Besides, I usually default to coffee anyway (see above).
If you blog, do you have a day in the life post? Link below, or tell me: what do your days usually consist of?
Soundtrack: Illinoise (Sufjan Stevens)
Reading: Jesus Calling (Sarah Young) & Bird by Bird (Anne Lamott)
The bus is our primary mode of transportation when going into City Centre. When we lived here before, we took the train into town, riding fast along the sea. But now we're bus people, on the upper deck for the better view.
Every street sign and most building signs are bilingual. Irish is still the "first language" of Ireland, but English is the primary language for most of the country. I am terrible at pronouncing Irish words, but you do find yourself getting used to seeing them everywhere and using them occasionally.
Most sidewalks/footpaths have a pedestrian side and a cycling side. This is great for me as I'm incapable of walking straight, or figuring out which side of the road or path I'm supposed to walk on.
Fact: I do my best work by the sea. With coffee.
Ok, now here is where my day lost the plot. Imagine it's filled with speed-walking, frantic phone calls to a friend who serves as our school emergency contact, waiting for buses, and an usually quiet afternoon while we all cooled off. Don't worry. No children were permanently scarred in the making of this day.
At bedtime, Jack had to do some emergency surgery on E's lego ice dragon.
How I end my day, every day, under those bright curtains with a snoring Asher by my side.
And there you go. About 2/3 of my day. I skipped all meals as I have a general "no pictures of food" policy (with one french exception) and our kitchen is usually overrun by three small people and a LOT of crumbs under the table. Besides, I usually default to coffee anyway (see above).
If you blog, do you have a day in the life post? Link below, or tell me: what do your days usually consist of?
06 June 2013
The last few posts have had me digging through old photo albums. Given that we've moved ten times in 14 years, old photographs and albums and picture frames are scattered to the nether reaches of family attics and basements. We've only got a smattering here with us, consisting mainly of our wedding albums, the first few years of our marriage, and a few painfully created Easter poses of the elder two wearing coordinating pastels (yes, that happened, and it was adorable).
Today's photo is brought to you from the year 2003, when we first became a family of three.
I love remembering Jack at 9 months, all 30 chunky pounds of him. I particularly like his dazed and confused look here. But today, this photo makes me remember us more. Me and Matt. Young and exhausted and fragile, but content and peaceful and proud.
That's it, not much else to say. I just wanted to share it with you, to remember. And to admit: I'm still this. Content and proud and exhausted and fragile. We never really grow out of it, do we?
I'm sure there's more to come...
Today's photo is brought to you from the year 2003, when we first became a family of three.
I love remembering Jack at 9 months, all 30 chunky pounds of him. I particularly like his dazed and confused look here. But today, this photo makes me remember us more. Me and Matt. Young and exhausted and fragile, but content and peaceful and proud.
That's it, not much else to say. I just wanted to share it with you, to remember. And to admit: I'm still this. Content and proud and exhausted and fragile. We never really grow out of it, do we?
I'm sure there's more to come...
29 May 2013
A slightly wordy disclaimer: forgive the blah photos. Our canon digital is very old and acting weird, and our cameraphones leave a lot to be desired. So until we can fix, upgrade or we are bequeathed with an iphone, my sad Samsung Mini Galaxy 2 will have to do the job.
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