Today I spent some time looking on teh intarwebs for things like mother-baby groups (largely called “toddler groups” here, it seems) and mommy-baby yoga classes and etc etc etc. In the doing so, I found not only a relatively nearby toddler group, but also Dublin Baby, which has bloody fantastic information like there’s an art house cinema in the city centre which does semi-monthly “Babes in Arms” showings, where people are welcome to show up with their kids. The Irish Film Institute in Temple Bar also claimed to have them…
“Year of Miracles” commission, Mark 2
So our landlord at the house in Longford has decided not to return our deposit. He’s within his legal rights to do so, as we only gave about ten days’ notice that we were leaving, but even the estate agent thought it was a fairly rat bastardly thing for him to do, particularly given that they’ve already re-rented the house, and, she said, given what great condition we left it in. Anyway, because of this, and because we frankly don’t know if Ted’s new job is going to pay him…
this keeps happening
My plans for the afternoon: – make bread – change kitty litter – clean bathtub – start organizing office My actual accomplishments for the afternoon: – napped with baby This keeps happening. For your entertainment, I present Young Indiana and the Discovery of His Toes. Hey. What’re those?
another busy day
A mounted policeman just rode by our front door. I knew Dublin had them. In fact, I’ve seen this horse before–the first time I came upon them unexpectedly as they came out of an alley, I understood viscerally just how effective they must have been in pre-motor-vehicle eras–but I had no idea they patrolled anywhere but the city centre. Possibly they’re out here because there’s a match on and we’re a stone’s throw from Croake Park (if you could throw a stone a kilometer, anyway), but that was really seriously…
a day out!
Today turned out to be a Big Day Out. Young Indiana woke up thoroughly at 6:30, and I had no stamina to do anything but take him for a 3 mile walk. (Seriously, it’s easier than almost anything, because he looooves his carrier, and will either look around happily or sleep.) And then we went shopping, and this afternoon we went to my sister’s dance performance, which was pretty damned cool. And we swung by Chapters, which we can do on a lark now (not that the larks appreciate it),…