I Hope it Never Ends

70 degrees and October is just days away. Unheard of around these parts. 

The ice cream truck might just sell out of Sponge Bob on a stick this year.

We Need to Talk

I think Finn and I need to talk about mixing (and not mixing) patterns. I think Steve needs to stay out of the conversation.

Not a Single Nevaeh to be Found

In Ireland, weird names like Nevaeh don't exist. 

I should have taken a photo of the racks of personalized key chains for Aoife, Dearbhail, Saoirse, and Aodhan.

Leprechaun Safari

We are in Ireland on vacation!

The President of Ireland, the kids just call him Grandpa, invited us on a 2 week trip and we graciously obliged! 

So far, we have met countless cousins, aunts, and uncles, driven from Dublin to Wicklow to Meath to Wicklow to Dublin to Coon to Thurles to Coon to Kilkenny and back to Coon again. 

The kids are loving their Irish counterparts and the animals in each of their back yards....some yards have a dog, others sheep, chickens, and ponies. 

We've seen rainbows and 4 leaf clovers, thousands years old stone ruins, and a castle. However, the leprechauns continue to escape us. Uncle Tom says that there are a hundred of them on his farm but we have to be up by 6am to catch them. None of us seem to think that's worth the effort.

We will be back in a week with a sing songy accent, smelling like the Irish Sea, and 7 lbs of Cadburys heavier.

Just Now: Gus

I just came downstairs and found Gus in the laundry basket.

Boxers have an inexplicable misinterpretation of their size.