tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872357250271296002011-12-28T15:04:56.932ZLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-16969240920459084512011-12-28T14:16:00.000Z2011-12-28T14:16:24.703Z

Christmas in our house was lovely. My parents are here living the Irish life (a.k.a. sitting on the sofa, waiting for things to open and drinking), Mister Man received every toy ever made in or imported into Ireland (we're building an extension onto the back of the house for New Years to house every gift) and I was given my own domain name from Bub. So, this blog on blogger, is done. Soon, I

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-78133197691518373962011-11-24T13:08:00.001Z2011-11-25T08:36:23.710Z

Ah, Thanksgiving abroad. It’s sort of a sad time because you know everyone at home has the day off of work, are acting like complete gluttons, and having a pretty awesome time in the process. I am at work. ‘Nuff said. So, I need a little pick-me-up. I need to remember what this holiday is about, whether I am abroad or at home. I need to get over the fact that I’m having Thanksgiving on Sunday,

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-76536354766976509742011-11-22T21:19:00.001Z2011-11-22T22:44:51.634Z

I'm in love with reading blogs that make me feel like one day I will put forth an effort and make my life beautiful. If only the sofa and the TV would stop insisting I just sit down and waste my precious hours. One blog in particular is lovely: designworklife. A design blog from the owners of design firm Seamless Creative in NYC that features bits and bobs found around the internet that have a

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Well, I had a bit of a treasury tuesday absence and it seems the movement has run its course. In fairness, they take quite a bit of time to do because, really, they're displaying your taste right there, on your blog, for all of the internet to judge. And I want to be seen to have good taste. So I look for each item painstakingly hard. I mean, it's not giving birth, but this shit was tough. It's

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-59186457519092779672011-10-30T00:30:00.000+01:002011-10-30T00:30:29.560+01:00

So, we went to the US. And now we're back from the US. My silence has a lot to do with that. I will very soon be gracing your RSS feeds with more treasuries and unsettling thoughts on life. Maybe a picture or a recipe, as well. As a family we went on a hayride, partook in pumpkin rolling, tortured ourselves at the Children's Museum, visited my old haunts, and learned that Mister Man will eat

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-76980632876468815272011-10-04T08:00:00.000+01:002011-10-04T08:00:00.099+01:00

Now, if you know anything about me, you know that sometimes my dates end up unexpectedly. Like, with a marriage proposal. So, this is how I mapped this one out -- like it was my life. Kind of. I included the lingerie and condom holder just to make my mother uncomfortable. You're welcome, mom! Enjoy.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-46233026754888323312011-09-23T22:07:00.001+01:002011-09-23T22:07:37.831+01:00

I have a pretty common name. Both in high school and in college there were girls with the same name as mine, which would typically lead to complications – mail mix-ups, wrong number phone calls and even once a sexual harassment suit filed against my favourite teacher by a name-doppelgänger, where I got all the backlash. All pretty annoying, and rather inconvenient, especially when your friends

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-8556183066709957062011-09-21T21:12:00.001+01:002011-09-21T21:13:39.580+01:00

Em. Eh. I'm obviously late for Treasury Tuesday, as it is Wednesday. This week sort of got away from me. Actually, when I woke up this morning I thought it was Thursday and was rather disappointed to hear it was only Wednesday, and I will tell you why -- every Friday I have an Irish fry-up at work for breakfast and this week I am really looking forward to it. Oh, and, yeah, that means I'm closer

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-6992079810215036962011-09-16T20:42:00.000+01:002011-09-16T20:43:44.290+01:00

Just a second, mom. I'm checking twitter. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t write about this topic. I know when I read the blogs of other parents who are going through this dreaded task, I kind of roll my eyes. I mean, who really wants to read about your child learning to use the toilet? I don’t want to hear about anyone using a toilet much less someone who is going to miss 99% of the time.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-81796730695772698072011-09-13T08:00:00.000+01:002011-09-13T08:00:06.745+01:00

I love this week's Treasury Tuesday. I mean, super love. I loved back to school when I was in school and I still love the idea of going back to school, mostly because I have to go to work. Not back to work, just to work. And let's be honest -- that blows. So, when Abby decided on a back to school theme for this week I got really excited. There are a lot of ways of making back to school

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-19563362759888988422011-09-12T20:20:00.000+01:002011-09-12T20:20:53.999+01:00

So, in an effort to make me look like a fool, the weather has brightened up a bit and it’s been quite warm in Dublin since late Friday afternoon. Apparently it was Opposites Day when I posted. I’m actually wondering if there is a full moon or something, because there seems to be a lot of bizarre and sad news  going on today. We have: The nuclear explosion in France; Happy Feet, a penguin

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-33623453397468616472011-09-11T11:56:00.001+01:002011-09-11T12:01:00.994+01:00

Google has come out with an app for blogger for the iPhone so I very well may be posting from the toilet from now on. I could have downloaded one of the million apps that let's you make a blog post from your phone, but, eh, I didn't want to pay and commit to blogger, but since this was free and orange (my favourite colour - Go 'Cuse!) So, if this is a satisfactory experience I'll be posting

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-34272398793073375592011-09-09T13:27:00.000+01:002011-09-09T13:27:00.319+01:00

Autumn is here, full on. This wasn’t tentative toes being dipped into the shallow end of the pool, no. Autumn decided to take a running belly flop into the deep end, never looking back and soaking us all in the process. As I’ve said about a thousand times, this is my favourite time of year. Sunlight is glowy, Halloween and Christmas are just around the corner and I always did enjoy going back

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1Dublin, Ireland53.344104 -6.267493753.192431500000005 -6.5833507 53.4957765 -5.9516367tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-87325077557719496332011-09-06T00:00:00.000+01:002011-09-06T00:00:02.436+01:00

Ah, yes, here we go again. Treasury Tuesday is back to being a difficult (but enjoyable) task for me. But, this time it isn't my fault! It's the fault of technology! And the recession! I can't always blame things on the recession, can't I? The theme this week is YOUR BEST BUYS, which is meant to be a treasury of past purchases that are your favourites. Only, I've only bought 15 items on etsy in

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-1222906343055050712011-09-03T20:26:00.001+01:002011-09-03T20:26:55.477+01:00

Overheard in a certain little boy's bathroom a half hour ago: "Okay, rinse it off. Shake it off. And now put it in the ninja."

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-15516493706895834472011-09-01T20:29:00.003+01:002011-09-01T20:31:21.976+01:00

Cheesy kraft Mac and Cheese. Just like every mother in the 80s made it. I tried to share but Mister Man wasn't having it. It's from scratch or it's nothing with him.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-14344775659195341162011-08-30T08:37:00.001+01:002011-08-30T08:45:15.346+01:00

Ah, it’s that time again – Treasury Tuesday. It’s quickly becoming my favourite post of the week because it forces me to go on Etsy and dream of all the things I can’t have at the moment. And, I really do think it’s helping me refine my style and really understand what I would want in my house. This week the theme was local, and I thought this was going to be as hard as the other weeks but as

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-44440990807206729412011-08-29T13:07:00.000+01:002011-08-29T13:07:00.932+01:00

This was the temp this morning in Dublin: Em. No, mother nature. It's not even autumn yet. Needless to say, I'm wearing tights today.

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Many things were meant to be said this week on this blog, but James has the chicken pox. I know. I can hear the confusion from here. No, in Ireland, kids do not get the vaccine. Yes, I do think the vaccine is a little stupid. Yes, I do wish I would have paid the €90 for the jab and not be dealing with the itching and scratching and hearing, 'mommy, please make it better'. Heartbreaking stuff. I

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-45590253660279413262011-08-23T21:39:00.000+01:002011-08-23T21:39:32.839+01:00

The theme is really "redecorate a room" but since I chose to decorate my guest room, and it wouldn't be REdecorated, just decorated, I went with that. It's 'shabby chic' if that doesn't annoy you too much. I like the feeling that things in my house are sturdy and old and have lasted through trials and tribulations that I never have. That's why my living room is from Ikea. Enjoy.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-66058393667406762802011-08-22T21:14:00.000+01:002011-08-22T21:14:07.574+01:00

I never thought this would happen but I have received two emails asking me where James has gone. Did we give him away? Sell him to the circus? Does he not live with us anymore? How is it I could go away without my child? (Very easily.) To be Irish about it – he’s grand! Growing still, which is good; encouraged, even. He’s in pre-school now and has been for a month or so, which means for a month

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-2700423416531396832011-08-20T20:30:00.000+01:002011-08-20T20:30:14.299+01:00

So, I went home to the US for 3.5 days to be an active participant in the celebration of my friend C’s wedding. Remember when I fretted over being a bridesmaid? Well, I assisted in planning a shower for her! And then attended! As a surprise! I wish I had a camera the moment she saw me. She was all ‘No way!’ and I was all ‘Way!’ And then Rufus showed up and, after a few drinks, we hopped in a

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-73556385567173486912011-08-16T21:20:00.000+01:002011-08-16T21:20:16.186+01:00

So, I was away. In the Americas. Actually, just one America. I was a surprise guest at a shower over the weekend, sort of like the time Brad Pitt was on Friends but with less sexiness and more WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE? Honestly, the US needs one big air conditioner in the summer. I just can't take it. Anyway, before I write all about that (and while it was tons of fun, there isn't much to write

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-81431069838403751012011-08-09T16:45:00.001+01:002011-08-09T16:45:01.851+01:00

My friend Abby over at red little buttons did an etsy treasury a few weeks back, posted it on her blog and then I proceeded to steal the idea. Remember the birds? She decided to do a thing (I don't even know what you would call it) called Treasury Tuesday where, instead of just nicking her ideas, you can create an etsy treasury, post it on your blog and then go over to her blog and link to it.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-91927301159219221222011-08-06T11:56:00.000+01:002011-08-06T11:56:25.630+01:00

So, I have a problem. Well, it's not a problem. It isn't a phone-hacking scandal or a debt ceiling crisis. It's just a boring, middle-class problem that will probably earn a few eye-rolls but bear with me. My hair guy. I've spoke about him before on here and how I love him, maybe a few years ago. Well, I still go to the same guy after six years even though his shop has moved three times and his

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-50067043547134396472011-08-05T13:36:00.000+01:002011-08-05T13:36:00.772+01:00

Yesterday, for a whole minute and a half, Dublin was warm. I even made a biting (kind of) and sarcastic (definitely) tweet about the heat and sun after I left work yesterday evening. And then it promptly became cold once again. But, this comic in The Gloss yesterday really outlined the summer nicely: (Click to enlarge, duh.) Couldn’t have put it better myself.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-26848297668300252832011-08-03T21:59:00.000+01:002011-08-03T21:59:47.966+01:00

After all this talk of budgeting and not smelling like a woman, I decided to see what I could do in my day-to-day to cut back on costs. I’m not going to ever get that jet unless I tighten the purse-string a bit. Downstairs in my office building we have a canteen where the food is subsidised (kind of) and the coffee is brewed by Starbucks. When we first came into the building I was all, ‘YAY!

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-66083512539742105352011-07-29T13:42:00.000+01:002011-07-29T13:42:00.380+01:00

I never thought I’d live in a country where the coming week is being hailed as a heatwave by friends and co-workers. Where I come from we call that ‘Autumn’. Dear New York Tri-State area, I hope your enjoying your heatwave and the lovely air-conditioning that comes with it. I miss you. Dear Ireland, have a wonderful and warm bank holiday weekend. I’m going to go make some hot cocoa and wrap

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-21417143026911795072011-07-27T13:17:00.002+01:002011-07-27T13:17:00.131+01:00

The other day I posted my etsy treasury that had a bit of a bird theme to it. And by bit I mean it was like a Hitchcock film had crapped all over it. Angela from Read Me Sometimes, Think of Me Often linked me to a hilarious clip from the show Portlandia which I feel embodies all I feel about birds and how they should be put on all of your shit. They really do make a room. Thanks, Angela and

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-65468202921731488712011-07-25T23:00:00.000+01:002011-07-25T23:00:16.328+01:00

Email exchange between my mother and I: Mom: Hi Honey, I've ordered you something special this morning! Love, Mom (I sent a link to my mother for a pair of earrings I saw at baublebar.com and so thought this could be my surprise.) Me: Oooooh, is it a pony?? (I obviously decided to play dumb.) Mom: It's better than a pony!!!!! (Notice the five exclamation points. I'm thinking this has got. to. be

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-37332477489762749972011-07-23T23:50:00.000+01:002011-07-23T23:50:41.439+01:00

So, I'm a big copy-cat. My friend Abby over at littleredbuttons made an etsy treasury and then posted it on her blog. I fell in love with pyrex dishes, I cried over their price and then Abby convinced me I was actually saving myself money if I bought them. After all, that's what friends are for. Since the most exciting things in my life are, in fact, etsy, Pinterest and, as of yesterday,

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-26290247207867526972011-07-21T20:08:00.000+01:002011-07-21T20:08:47.799+01:00

Monocles are manlier than musk.  Recently we’ve been trying to cut down on the costs a bit; times are hard for everyone but Bono and Oprah and so we are picking out bits and pieces where we can save some money. For instance, we don’t buy Tropicana anymore – it’s, like, €5 for a family sized carton and that’s just a tad too much. For five euro a carton I should be able to plant, raise, harvest an

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-79126608021189955892011-07-10T16:21:00.001+01:002011-07-11T06:35:37.879+01:00

Today has been a very lazy Sunday in our house and what better to do than finally trawl through my bookmarks and make some yummy snickerdoodles for James, Bub and maybe some lucky colleagues if there are any left for me to bring in tomorrow morning (but between you and me, I'm not sure if they really appreciate my American baking. I've yet to bring in brack or soda bread, nor will I ever).  

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-68453886642234173552011-06-20T23:03:00.001+01:002011-06-20T23:03:00.789+01:00

Box... head... monster... thing. With good taste in music. The Terrible Twos have officially commenced in our house. This past weekend we had smacking, kicking, tantrums and a lot of ‘corner’ time. Corner time, we are realising, is completely and totally useless. Especially when I say to MM, “Do that again and you’ll go in the corner. Do you want to go in the corner?” and he replies with an

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-85771770861201882792011-06-11T22:29:00.000+01:002011-06-11T22:29:39.588+01:00

Again, it's been over a month since I updated this blog and it seems like things might not improve in the future. What is holding me back? I can think of a thousand things to write about when I am away from the computer but as soon as I sit in front of one, my mind goes completely blank. So, friends, what do I need to do? Any suggestions for more productive blogging? Should I carry around a

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6Ballygarrett, Co. Wexford, Ireland52.5730052 -6.22998170000005352.5657582 -6.232971700000053 52.5802522 -6.226991700000053tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-55805192769410087232011-04-27T23:21:00.000+01:002011-04-27T23:21:11.799+01:00

When I first moved to Ireland I went to the bank to open a bank account but since I didn't have a job I couldn't open one. Ironically, when I did get a job, I needed a bank account to receive my paycheck as my employer didn't issue actual cheques. By that time, though, I had given in an slapped my name onto my husband's account, like good little woman and then spent all of his money diligently

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-5518691486013858682011-04-10T11:28:00.000+01:002011-04-10T11:28:06.934+01:00

Over the years, and a few hundred blogs later, I acknowledge that I make big grammatical errors in my writing. Sometimes even silly spelling mistakes. At first, when I would catch them, I would get really mad at myself for putting myself out there on The Internets looking like someone who would go work with their shirt sticking out of their fly. I'd make the correction and berate myself for a few

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-15303713657822250282011-04-09T23:10:00.001+01:002011-04-10T10:45:02.510+01:00

A birthday of mine passed just over a month ago. It was a big birthday. A number we will not mention, but, just so you know, I now use six different creams on my face every day so I can be sure that when I'm 50 I don't look 70. Bub had been asking me for months prior what I wanted for my birthday. He knew this was a big one and he didn't want it to go overlooked. At first I wanted a Dyson

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-60720458643530799382011-03-25T20:35:00.004Z2011-04-09T23:11:42.748+01:00

I, like anyone else who is throwing their opinion into the ring about this subject, understand that there are more important things going on in the world. Huge things. I completely acknowledge that the world is gone to hell in a hand basket. For example: Syrian forces opening fire on protesting civilians; 10,000 people are dead and 17,000 people are still missing in Japan; and I can't even think

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-89178552406363612082011-03-25T20:28:00.001Z2011-03-25T20:29:04.546Z

Thing I love:1. French toast2. Apple products3. My motherIt’s Daffodil Day in Ireland which is a day where you get harassed on the streets and at work to donate money to the Irish Cancer Society. I do this in the form of buying yummy breakfasts and skivving off of work for 15 minutes to eat it. This year it is French toast. YUM.I also bought an iPad 2 this morning at 5.30am.5.30am5.30amThe sad

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-67301863961472835182011-03-17T16:44:00.003Z2011-03-17T16:47:00.388Z

Love,Liz, Bub, and MM

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-88686415771329414302011-03-03T17:54:00.002Z2011-03-03T17:58:45.198Z

My mom has arrived and is staying for a month. She came here with two objectives:1. See Mister Man and spoil him rotten2. Paint my house.Yup, my mother is going to paint my house. She has been talking about it since she left and while she might act like this is going to be a huge chore (it totally is) you can tell behind the alcohol haze in her eyes that she really is excited about it. Why?

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-72811410899892006372011-02-24T16:59:00.001Z2011-02-24T17:01:05.970Z

We're in the house. It's big, and sort of cold, and there is one smelly bathroom that I just can't figure out but we're in and we're so freaking happy that I'm pretty sure we could bottle the happiness, sell the rest, build a new bathroom with the profits and have more than enough happiness left for ourselves.However, the smelly bathroom is really bothering me.It's the en suite to Mister Man's

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-49417539704305905662011-02-16T18:00:00.000Z2011-02-16T18:02:07.494Z

Actually, I’ve never been a bridesmaid before and I’ve always wanted to be. I like the idea of planning fun parties and being at the beck and call of a nervous but happy bride on the day. I want to assist in making someone’s day perfect. You know, not enough to be the maid of honor, but enough that I’m willing to put on a potentially hideous dress for 12 hours for someone else’s happiness.My

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-14556472262825573322011-02-14T13:13:00.000Z2011-02-14T14:11:50.776Z

Thanksgiving, Christmas and new years have come and gone. Mister Man turned two with not a lot of fanfare but a hell of a lot of cake. Today is Valentine’s Day and my birthday is right around the corner. It’s a big birthday. Let’s not make a deal out of it.When a lot of things are going on in my life, my brain just starts to turn into a liquid, drippy substance that can only be useful for short

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-46106194352528646542010-11-15T22:07:00.009Z2010-11-15T22:19:28.013Z

A discussion between Bub and I after hearing on The Apprentice (The Irish Edition) that Croke Park is a place that makes you feel proud to be Irish.Me: Does Croke Park make you feel proud to be Irish?Bub: Yes.Me: Really?!Bub: No. Terminal 2 does.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-41838253012095879192010-11-08T20:04:00.004Z2010-11-09T18:40:01.324Z

I haven't been around much, mostly because I'm lazy. Things (all the things!) clog up my brain and spitting anything out is nearly impossible. Sometimes something will happen in my day, I'll think it's important enough to tell The Internets about it, and then in the evening when I think about writing it, I decide I'd rather watch My Life as Liz -- the best show on TV that has the name Liz in it

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-35833246974661962972010-10-13T20:54:00.006+01:002010-10-13T22:43:46.843+01:00

I feel like we have been running on fumes, lately; going from one thing to the next and not really getting a break in between.At the end of September my job became a bit manic giving me little time to think of anything else other than 'OMG WHO DO I EMAIL NOW?!' I really spent a good portion of two weeks wondering what I was meant to do next and then when I finally decided on a course of action, I

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-26810943519859444952010-09-19T20:09:00.010+01:002010-09-19T23:03:30.239+01:00

Mister Man is going full throttle into the 'Terrible Twos'. I thought we had a little more time until that happened? You know, like, four months. I thought children went from infant, to lovely child, to hell demon. But, it seems that's not what happens at all. I say the phrase, "James! No! Dangerous!" about 40 times a day -- and I swear that isn't an exaggeration. It's always over the same things

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-10416296898497286822010-09-10T08:58:00.001+01:002010-09-10T09:00:37.253+01:00

That, my friends, is summer weather. I won't complain.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-81180321573552043902010-09-09T19:34:00.003+01:002010-09-09T20:09:12.461+01:00

Keats described this time of year the best in To Autumn. It is absolutely my favourite season of the entire year, trumping the new buds of spring and even the heat (heat? what heat?) of the summer. I think I might have mentioned this a few times over the years.I love the memories of going back to school and sitting at my desk at home under my window and seeing the night fall as I did my homework.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-75041755008069440532010-08-29T16:21:00.003+01:002010-08-29T22:25:40.378+01:00

After more than a week of an on-going headache/migraine I woke up this morning after 10 hours of sleep to find myself feeling refreshed, energized and pain free. I had gone to the doctor on Thursday where she prescribed me enough painkillers to, in her words, "put down a horse." I expected to feel great an hour or so after I popped them, even if it meant I was sedated, but that didn't happen. I

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-68555360978721772532010-08-24T08:10:00.000+01:002010-08-24T10:27:56.799+01:00

Me: I'm going to buy a book in iBooks.Mom: What book?Me: It Sucked and Then I Cried.[long pause]Mom: Is that a vampire thing?

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-24672628478647883322010-08-23T20:46:00.000+01:002010-08-23T20:47:45.521+01:00

I had full intended on keeping my promise and blogging more consistently last week. I even intended on using pictures and not ones of myself. I had whole posts written out that just needed some tweaking and I was going to feel like The Awesome Blogger.And then I got a headache.I know this sounds like a weak excuse – people all over the world have headaches every single day and you don’t hear them

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-18911492628788846042010-08-15T19:14:00.013+01:002010-11-08T16:22:15.965Z

One thing I have never done on this blog is post my picture. This isn't some sort of concern over anonymity, as I put my child's photo up here most posts. No, this is a vanity issue. I, like every other normal human being on earth, have my up days and my down days when it comes to my body/hair/features/style. Mostly it's down. I don't want people to know what I look like because I don't generally

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-11700352783201256012010-08-13T18:19:00.000+01:002010-08-13T18:19:58.898+01:00

Bub: How was your day?Me: OK. Sort of busy but sort of not. I feel like I did a lot of thinking about work and projects and not a lot of actual working. Know what I mean?Bub: It’s called climbing the corporate ladder. They need to start paying you more now that you do the thinking.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-10312760802754810062010-08-12T18:30:00.000+01:002010-08-12T18:30:36.292+01:00

One of the things I highlighted that needs to change is my level of patience. As in, I need to get some. Things I have zero patience for:People who repeat themselvesBeing made to wait for someone running lateAndy McDowellLate trainsLate planesBumbly wait staffSlow baristasSick peopleVideogamesThe end of particularly good suspense novelsZac EfronA slow internet connectionSales peopleMy child’s

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-4834422784619577092010-08-09T21:38:00.003+01:002010-08-09T22:17:36.743+01:00

I'm scared of change.There I said it. And my husband has said it, and my therapist has said it and my friends have said it. I'm pretty sure Mister Man will say it any day now. Change, positive or negative, scares the crap out of me. No amount of deep breathing gets me through it; I stomp through like an angry, over-grown toddler who didn't get a COOKIE! and will now destroy the playroom in

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-36011172145360387212010-07-31T10:10:00.000+01:002010-07-31T10:10:29.901+01:00

At the end of May I was getting out of the car and out of my pocket fell my beloved iPhone I called Anna Wintour. Luckily, I had planned to replace her with the newest model (isn't that always the way for poor Anna?) of the iPhone. However, at the time, I didn't know when the next iPhone was going to be coming. In the meantime, I had to deal with this:Yes, I could have went and bought a new

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-35636462379885910292010-07-29T11:48:00.006+01:002010-07-29T12:36:02.524+01:00

Please note: In this video we have stuff all around in places where we usually wouldn't have them -- like those cords behind that table near the buggy. Unsafe things. But we just had a gas leak (!) and things had to be rearranged so people could get in an inspect the problem. Our place is not a death-trap, promise.I've done this post around three times now and every time I do it something goes

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-65036562606623394752010-07-11T20:50:00.005+01:002010-07-12T08:48:24.916+01:00

Unless you live under a rock, you have heard of the "Twilight Saga" starring the skinny girl, the boy who never puts his shirt on and my boyfriend. This is how my mother described Kristen Stewart, Bajillion Abs (His official name in our house) and Robert Pattinson after she saw them on Oprah. If it wasn't for Oprah, my mother would be The Resident Alcoholic and Clean Freak under that rock.Because

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-2115906514392816662010-07-04T19:47:00.007+01:002010-07-06T10:40:14.380+01:00

Bub is known for being a bit of a romantic. For holidays he often has elaborate plans that make me swoon and pat myself on the back for picking a good one. Fourth of July is never different; he has made red, white and blue cakes in the past, taken me out for hotdogs, tried to find fireworks and if all else fails, just treats me to a brilliant day where he says those amazing, awe-inspiring three

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-2838531918859743342010-06-15T21:12:00.000+01:002010-06-15T21:12:31.175+01:00

There are a few things that run through your head when your child hurts himself.1. OMG is he okay?2. How do I make the pain go away? and,3. Will he sleep through the night?Today James got into a fight with a walker at creche. He fought. With his face. At least that's what it looks like. A huge bruised and blooded bottom lip on this normally sweet boy. I got the call at 5.02 on the train ride home

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-91367086015589757492010-06-10T20:43:00.006+01:002010-06-10T21:07:42.134+01:00

Weight: A little over 25 poundsHeight: Nearly able to climb on the ottomanAdjusted age (No, I will not stop counting this; not until he is two): 15 months or so.Ups:Standing up and walking on his own. He can walk a whole length of the living room now without a problem. He just needs the confidence to do it without our encouragement.Walking at creche. They were so excited about it they wrote it in

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-79901267292682921332010-05-19T12:31:00.000+01:002010-05-19T12:31:36.235+01:00

Since I'm home sick from work I thought I would actually catch up on some posts I wanted to make. The first being the most important to my mother.Video is slightly dodgy because it's from an iPhone but if you put the actual camera on him to tries to bite it.Ups:Walking! Oh, we are walking. From mama to dada and back. Over and over again. And again. And again. He loves the walking. Would not do it

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-17475605260044669982010-04-27T20:15:00.006+01:002010-04-27T20:38:48.049+01:00

It's like I'm on a video kick these days. That camera is always in my hand waiting for Mister Man do to something else only us and our parents would find amazing.He is doing a lot more these days and it's a lot more exciting then just filming him spit. I mean, who does that anyway?! I have an extreme fear of spit and recording your child doing something as mundane and disgusting as spitting means

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-55231860679713863042010-04-21T20:30:00.003+01:002010-04-21T20:45:05.173+01:00

I mentioned in the last growth post (admittedly, that sounds like I have some medical growth and not a child who is growing) that Mister Man says "Tada!" I received emails from people telling me how adorable this is and kids can be so funny and James is awesome and that I'm the best mother in the world. All of those are true except the last one but I'm good at reading between the lines.Right here

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-67928264199036611182010-04-15T20:36:00.005+01:002010-04-15T21:07:51.205+01:00

This morning we woke up at 7.15am (unusual) in my mother in law's house (incredibly unusual). The whole family in one room. Well, myself, Bub and Mister Man. My mother in law wasn't in there with us. That would be weird. Where would it be most appropriate for her to sleep, anyway? In the middle? Or at the end by her son because they are family or at the end by me because we are both girls? Have

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-90495071105913877422010-04-08T21:55:00.000+01:002010-04-08T21:55:29.259+01:00

The amount of photos this kid gets taken of him in the bath. Jeez. If the feds show up and arrest us I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.This is where I put his stats for the month, except this time I don't know the stats. I don't know how much he weighs right now or how tall he is. We probably won't know until the 16 month, but I'll put it to you this way: he makes my arm hurt when I have to

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-79079087128216889292010-04-04T11:03:00.005+01:002010-04-04T11:15:27.986+01:00

While I'm not a believer in god, I am a believer in chocolate. As is James.Happy Easter, everyone!

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-21822916257316241712010-04-03T23:22:00.001+01:002010-04-03T23:23:42.008+01:00

Around the time when we got home from America, Mister Man got sick again (Shocker!) and this time when he was sick he threw up. Gross, and maybe TMI, but it's what comes with the territory when you have a little person who refuses to be healthy. So, when he puked he did it on Bub this time instead of me. For a while I thought I just had a target on the front of my shirt. He would sometimes lay in

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-78789953093566409882010-03-30T19:50:00.001+01:002010-03-30T19:51:22.054+01:00

After spending two and a half months in America all I want is to be back there with the prescription drug commercials and chain restaurants. I'm sorry, but I love Cheesecake Factory. And I love Red Lobster. I know they aren't considered sophisticated food establishments but hell if I don't dream about Cheddar Bay Biscuits at least three times a week. I wake up gnawing on Bub's shoulder whispering

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-21809803645634228792010-03-21T11:36:00.003Z2010-03-21T11:47:55.062Z

Obviously we're back in Ireland. If something were to have happened preventing us from traveling again there would have been an update that looked something like this:WHYYY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME????!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!11?!?!?!?!?WDKJH';;S LFK'JH''NDL KFJGSKD JGH;LK';K';L;J KLJHCG'dfj'We needed to be home. We really did. We needed to be in a place where Bub can get McVities Rich Tea Biscuits with a

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-90505481216897724742010-03-07T22:57:00.003Z2010-03-07T23:33:26.506Z

I didn't do a thirteenth month. It turned out not to be a good one. We, like most buildings in the Western Hemisphere, are just skipping over thirteen. I promise, he was cute during that month. I know you were worried. (Insert parental eye-roll.)Weight: 24 pounds, 9 ouncesHeight: 31.5 inchesAdjusted Age: About 12 months, I'd say.Ups:Finally crawling as of TODAY. More than one or two knee jerks

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-22366367669832690682010-02-27T01:46:00.002Z2010-02-27T02:27:21.030Z

My hair hasn't been done by a professional since November, right before I went back to work. It wasn't a complicated appointment -- just a cut and color -- and my boss happened to walk in while I was being styled. Since this was near four months ago, I wonder if she has been back since. I know I haven't and it shows.Between Mister Man being in the hospital and the travel worries and going back to

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-2943244943657518772010-02-26T02:08:00.005Z2010-02-26T16:39:41.896Z

Before I had Mister Man I decided to created another blog called Baby in Dublin. I did this because, a. I would want to chronicle all of his ups and downs as well as mine, and b. I thought my life as Liz and my life as Mister Man's mother would be separate. At the time I was in a place where I thought most people who spoke about their kids all the time were annoying. What happened to their lives,

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-77454372474251557842010-02-11T03:19:00.000Z2010-02-26T03:10:14.704Z

JanuaryFebruaryMarchAprilMayJuneJulyAugustSeptemberOctoberNovemberDecemberAnd, one year on.Weight: 23 poundsHeight: 31 inchesAdjusted age: From birth it's 10.5, and then about another month set back according to the physical therapist, so 9.5 months although I would say 10 months.I'm not doing an ups and down for this month because I think we all know exactly what went on over the 11th and 12th

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-35065577852740410182010-02-10T17:00:00.001Z2010-02-10T17:09:17.374Z

Abby awarded me the Happy 101 honor and so, while it's not really my style to do these things, I will for her because she makes my day happy.Rules:List 10 things that make you happy.Pass it on to 5 bloggers that make your day a better one!10 things that make me happy:1. Watching LOST with Bub. It's one of the only TV shows we watch together with enthusiasm and I love the time we spend together

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-77106017390051065072010-02-10T14:29:00.000Z2010-02-26T03:10:14.706Z

So, I skipped his first year post. It was health issues and being away from home issues and laziness issues. I will get 12 and 13 months up today or tomorrow. You know why?Snow day!

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-90173518634400601482010-02-10T05:08:00.000Z2010-02-10T16:38:13.561Z

Thoughout my life I have noticed that I have a pattern of looking back on a situation and saying to myself, "I wish I didn't care so much about what people thought of me." This is most prominent after thinking about high school where, I think, most teenagers agonize about what their peers think of them. Many people have said it and I completely agree: if Facebook was around when I was in high

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-75568735897952352662010-01-31T22:48:00.001Z2010-02-01T03:51:11.770Z

As I have lamented a few thousand times, my child's first birthday was spent in a hospital while under the influence of a lot of sedating-type drugs. I will one day get over it and post about something new but until I get the astronomical statement from my insurance company it's going to be all HOSPITAL HOSPITAL HOSPITAL. This experience won't be purged from my brain until then. Here's looking at

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-45301723029753107512010-01-26T16:54:00.001Z2010-01-27T02:27:04.648Z

I have mentioned my superstitiousness in the past, and I try not to fall back on it when times get a little tough but when it came to something like this I felt the need to hold back my big announcement that WE ARE OUT OF THE HOSPITAL.OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!OUT!WOOO!I feel enough time has passed now to mention it. Obviously.We were discharged in the evening, a few minutes before six. I always

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-36768533411179416212010-01-25T21:23:00.000Z2010-02-26T03:10:14.708Z

We celebrated Christmas on Wednesday. This past Wednesday. My mother persevered and kept the tree up past the first of January. Her head managed not to explode for those extra 20 days and because of that, we are incredibly proud of her and now expect her to do the same every year from now on.The chances of that happening are as good as the chances of Mister Man doing the Christmas shopping next

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-46308377234333580932010-01-01T21:47:00.000Z2010-01-01T21:47:37.169Z

This year I gave birth to the most beautiful child in the world and I was able to spend 11 months with him, at home, watching him grow. For this we are lucky and am giving 2009 one point. One. Otherwise, though, it let us down. It has a lot of points against it.It started with a lonely New Years Eve 2008 while I sat in the hospital in Dublin hoping Mister Man doesn't pop out early. He did. Six

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-59315427743968614852009-12-14T16:45:00.000Z2010-02-26T03:10:14.710Z

Weight: A little over 22 poundsHeight: Err.. about 30 inches, we think. According to our "I'll hold him up and you get the tape measure" method of measurement.Adjusted age: About 9.5 months. No idea what it is in weeks. I've lost the plot, haven't I?Ups:Enjoyed the heckle out of Thanksgiving and everything that went with it...except the vegetables, of course.Caught our first virus and lived to

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-37223173162585918652009-12-01T19:29:00.006Z2009-12-02T12:12:40.731Z

I have been meaning to post another Great Irish Thing since I said I would months ago after my sister-in-law asked if I liked living here and I said yes and genuinely meant it. I have had several things in mind since making that first post but I haven't been able to say why I liked certain Irish "things" so much. What is so special about Dunnes Stores, anyway, you know? Or a billion days of rain?

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-85995146168968925982009-11-26T12:58:00.007Z2009-11-26T13:08:29.665Z

Wishing you and yours a very happy thanksgiving.

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-33043881551585682062009-11-25T18:49:00.000Z2010-02-26T03:10:14.712Z

I know, I know. This post is nearly 20 days late. Our first sickness infiltrated the house as well as a general sense of time running away with us. Won't happen again, promise.Weight: No ideaHeight: SupertallAdjusted age: Must I do this math?Ups:Now officially army crawling. And with speed.Now not only eats finger foods with gusto but now whole large meals that are table food like.Claps in rhythm

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-42063020276354217682009-11-12T10:28:00.004Z2009-11-12T10:54:27.841Z

Back in the day my mother in law was in a band. A folky, Irish-y band or even possibly bands. And when I mean back in the day I mean the 60s and 70s. She wore little skirts, she hitchhiked from Ireland to France (and back again) and she played a bunch of weird instruments that I can't name. Besides the guitar. I know that one. She was cooler than me.Once a week she takes Mister Man for the day to

Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978543412197604345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887235725027129600.post-13765670042363584372009-11-10T19:22:00.001Z2009-11-10T19:27:21.611Z

I've been to a few places in the world. Mainly North America and Europe but I have thrown in a little of Asia on occasion. This is not to brag and to tell you how well traveled I am; for an expat I am not well traveled at all. Most of my other expat friends go on weekend romps around the continent and a few have gone down to Africa for their holidays. So, when I say I've been to a few places in

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For the past two years me and the rest of the world (although the rest of the world might have been there first) have been buying stuff off of Etsy. If you've never heard of Etsy, you obviously live under a rock. Go to their "About us" and read up because I have no time for you.I had only bought jewelry until recently with my favorite shops being Rachael Sudlow Jewelry and Galina Kirman (which

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Mister Man had his first Halloween yesterday. It involved looking adorable:doing a constant army crawl on the carpet:and cannibalism:I hope your Halloween was a bit creepy too.

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As any parent knows, you love your children an unconditional amount and nothing that ever happens in the whole of his life could make you stop. They scream, cry, throw shit, have tantrums, don't nap, get bored and bug you, and whine. And whine and whine. However, you can't just stop loving them or give up. I don't believe it's possible.You can, however, give the child away to your mother in law

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Taken in Sandycove and at home, between 26 September and 5th OctoberWeight: TBAHeight: TBAAdjusted Age: 33 weeks.Ups: Is moving himself around on his belly like a snake. I'm convinced he could get around the world like this and just might never walk because, hey, why not slither?Had his first Irish fry. Mushed.Taking swimming lessons.MORE TEETH!Waves goodbye to fictional characters on the TV.

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We recently found the below at our local Spar. After a little research I learned that Jones Soda did special Campaign Cola for the 2008 election. Bottles bought were counted as votes on their website and, no surprise, Obama won by a landslide.A few questions though:Why is the label upside-down?Why is it green apple soda and not cola?Why is this in Ireland a year late?And most importantly, why the

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I really thought I would update this while in the US but, you'd never guess, when you vacation with a baby you have zero time for anything at all. Anything. ANYTHING. Showering was still difficult. I said to him, "Mister Man, do you not know I am supposed to be on vacation right now? WE are supposed to be on vacation? Together? Do you see me crying? Do you see me NEEDING my mama all the time?"

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Taken in NJ, 1st and 6th SeptemberWeight: 20 pounds, 6 ouncesHeight: Bigger than a bread boxAdjusted age: 29 weeks.Ups: Rolls all ways all the time. Is this really an "up"?Is eating solid food that are actually solid and not soft, mashed or puréed.Took his first flight and we both survived. Barely.Enjoys pools and swimming. Move over Michael Phelps.Is holding his arms up to signal he wants to be

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One of the things that acclimated me to Irish life was the ability to drive. I found only taking public transport a bit... frustrating. So, in 2006 I went and took a theory test which would give me my provisional license. I passed the first try without incident although I was nervous leading up to the test knowing that if I didn’t pass I would have to pay the fee again, and take time off of work

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I might have mentioned this before, but I might not have because there is nothing I am more afraid of than the wrath of the internets (and whenever you post something about parenting the wrath follows), but I make Mister Man's baby food. I have nothing against store bought food at all, we even use some that we think is fantastic when we are traveling or will be out of the house all day. However,

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Taken at home, 6th and 8th August(Because of the amount of adorable that this month's picture presented I had to include more than usual. I'm sure you understand.)Weight: 19+ pounds (last weighed 29 July at 19 pounds even).Height: 28.5+ inches (last measured 29 July)Adjusted age: 26 weeks, 1 days.Ups:Rolls from belly to back, going ONLY to the left, consistently.Sits on his own for more than 10 -

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