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GERMANY TO IRELAND - BATTLE OF THE BEERS
Left Germany this morning after a week of great sightseeing, company, food and of course, great beer. Each town has its own breweries and the local restaurants serve the local beer. So after 5 days of local PIls, Helles and Dunkels, we left Germany for Ireland. By 1pm I couldn’t stand to wait any longer and when my wife’s father asked me if I wanted a Guinness, I think I answered a little too fast, “Yes.” My son was just as mesmerized at the black gold as I was. We admired its iconic black color and white foam for about 30 seconds then opted for a taste. I don’t which beer I like better. And really, do I have to choose? No, when in Germany do as the Germans. And when in Ireland, do as the Irish. They’re both delicious. And so I leave the toast of, “Prost” in Germany and switch to “Slainte” now that I’m in Ireland. Both mean, “To good health!”
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CONOR CRAWLS FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY
May 17th, 2012 at 7:37am, Conor decided to crawl for the first time. I happened to be cleaning the camera when I saw him and shot this :10 video as he came crawling to me. I told Valerie to come check him out. When she saw him crawling she started crying. I looked back at Conor to see what had happened that would cause her to cry. But he was just kneeling there smiling. I looked back to see if she was fine but she was still crying. Then I was really confused. Finally, it hit me that she was crying because she was happy and sad that he was crawling. It was another one of those milestones that reminds us that he’s getting older and he’ll never be the baby he was. He’s changing. And when it hit me, I was a little sad, too. He’s been such a great baby that it’s hard to admit we’re moving into the next phase of his life and the old phase is now a piece of charming history.
CONOR VISITS AN IRISH FARM IN THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS
Old tractors. Mended fences. Pigs. Chickens. Cows. Sheep and ducks. Today, Val, Conor and I found ourselves at Greenan Farms in the Wicklow Mountains of Ireland. It was fun watching Conor study each of the animals and try to talk to them in a language only babies and ducklings know. As a dad, I watch my son with an amazing amount of satisfaction and pleasure as his brain grows and he begins to make sense of the world around him. I rest easier knowing that he is finding his way in this world and that he will be his own man. I imagine it sounds silly since he’s only 7 months old but to a dad, I sense that he will be okay. He is friendly, happy, studious and curious. These are qualities that I find both necessary and admirable in a person. And am happy to discover in my son.
CONOR VISITS AN IRISH FARM IN THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS
Old tractors. Mended fences. Pigs. Chickens. Cows. Sheep and ducks. Today, Val, Conor and I found ourselves at Greenan Farms in the Wicklow Mountains of Ireland. It was fun watching Conor study each of the animals and try to talk to them in a language only babies and ducklings know. As a dad, I watch my son with an amazing amount of satisfaction and pleasure as his brain grows and he begins to make sense of the world around him. I rest easier knowing that he is finding his way in this world and that he will be his own man. I imagine it sounds silly since he’s only 7 months old but to a dad, I sense that he will be okay. He is friendly, happy, studious and curious. These are qualities that I find both necessary and admirable in a person. And am happy to discover in my son.
BOY APE FOUND IN THE TREES OF MOUNT USHER IN EASTERN IRELAND
Tarzan. George of the Jungle. Chistopher Robinson. They’ve got nothing on Conor Driskoll. 7 months old and a good sense of balance, I found a great place for Conor to dangle his legs and sit on the tree like a big boy at Mount Usher Gardens on the eastern sea coast of Ireland. This botanical garden is probably one of the most impressive I’ve seen with exotic trees, flowers, suspension bridges and flowing river through the middle of the estate. But what I really liked most was taking my wife and son and seeing them both enjoy the strange lush green surroundings of an Irish spring. Conor wanted to touch all the leaves, flowers and grasses. He was very studious and laughed when he touched the pine needles and they poked him back.
BROTHERS GRIMM MINUS THE GRIM
MOM GOES TO IRELAND AND CONOR STARTS DRAWING HIS THOUGHTS
20/01/16 10:29 Filed in: travel | child development
Mom headed to Ireland for her father's 80th birthday yesterday. And Conor has been working out his emotions by drawing pictures. I love it. Last night, we sat in our living room and looked out the front window to watch mom's plane fly by. We live on the ocean and the planes march by our little peninsula every 90 seconds. It's easy to see their logos on their tails and we saw mom fly by like clock work! We waved and hollered and then Conor drew this picture. Hopefully, her plane will keep ascending and won't point its nose down until time to land. But hey, he's barely 4 years old so we'll cut him some slack.