I can't resist

In my last post, I wrote that I was using 'Hipstamatic.' That's wrong, I am using 'Instagram.' I've tried Hipstamatic but I'm not into it (it's kind of the pits), and Instagram is much cooler for editing photos, in my opinion.

We are currently in Sligo for the week, enjoying ourselves and living the dream. This morning EK was in good spirits, so I snapped a few pictures with my iPod (seriously, who needs an iPhone when an iPod is just as good and so much less money?).

Behold, one of my favorites:



Those are some cheeks! And despite her early morning squawking, once that girl gets some breakfast, she's an angel.

Techie

I got a new iPod. Well, I got it from my husband who got it from work. It has a camera on it. So, I've been taking photos and using Hipstamatic. I love it because I can document times spent with the little one without whipping out the big camera. We spend a lot of time going for walks or shooting the breeze. Mostly, we dance.




And we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind. Because your friend don't dance, and if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine.

An Update on Immigration

Or repatriation on my part.

In about a month, we'll be moving to the US. I'll be moving back, but this will be the SJC's and EK's first time living outside of Ireland. I wonder if they're nervous.

Friday is the SJC's last day of work, and because he's been working all this time, the fact that we're about to pack up and move countries hasn't hit me yet. The movers have a date and a time that they're coming, the plane tickets have been bought, and we've got a ride from the airport. Now, we just have to do all the nitty gritty. We have to sort through everything to see what we should keep and what we should toss. (Spoiler alert: I'm going to suggest we toss everything.) And while we're doing all of this, we have to take care of a small baby (who's not really very small, but she's young.)

This is going to be good. I wish I could be an outsider looking in on what's about to happen to our family, because I'd sit back with a tub of popcorn and watch the drama unfold.

But you never know, it may go smoothly. But, I doubt it!

Anyway, it'll make for good blog topics, so hopefully everyone who reads this blog (if anyone's left) wants to hear about what it's like to pack up an apartment sans furniture and move to the US with a young baby. It's probably going to be comedy gold.

So far, I wonder if Customs will fumigate our belongings because I'm pretty sure the species of small brown moths that are so prevalent in this apartment are going to find their way into our stuff. And I'm pretty sure that species of small brown moths doesn't exist in the US, kind of like how rabies and poison ivy don't exist in Ireland.

That's right, rabies doesn't happen here and neither does poison ivy. This truly is a magical land, despite what Moody's says.

Bite Your Tongue

I got a pedicure on Saturday. I went with my friend KD to Mink in Ballsbridge and let the pampering take over. I almost fell asleep during the foot massage part, it was so delightful.

No complaints whatsoever, but a suggestion. It's probably a good idea to bite your tongue instead of telling your client, "Wow, you have two very different feet. They don't even look alike!" And then sharing that nugget of information loudly with your co-workers. And then she asked me if I had ever noticed that my feet are two different feet.

Yeah, I noticed. I noticed a long time ago. But thanks again for pointing it out!

(For what it's worth, I was not offended that she commented on my feet because I'm not ashamed of them.)

Then I had an iced caramel macchiato and all was well.

Happy 4th of July!

Today I celebrate my nation's independence with my newest dependent. So far it's involved some napping and a phone call Stateside. No fireworks to speak of, but the day is still young.

Happy 4th of July, everyone!