Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Father's day hit

We had planned to go to a baseball game for Father's day with a gift of a score-book for keeping track of the game (as all good baseball nerds need apparently!) but something (house search related) came up and so we switched the days around and went on Saturday instead. Who could have predicted it would be a no-hitter* - the second in Nationals' history. And you know what - we were actually at that other no-hitter game last September too.

This time round though I had a much better inkling of what was happening and not just because I'd been to one before but some of this baseball stuff is actually rubbing off on me. I'm getting it. I see it. I can follow it. I am no longer put off by the spitting and scratching and can even watch a full game.

Max Scherzer's no hitter June 20, 2015
as another Max would say "I know 'coz I was there" 
Jordan Zimmermann's no hitter, September 28, 2014 
We were there too! 

Last September as we were leaving the game an elderly lady approached Eamon to tell him how rare it is to see a no hitter and how lucky he was to see one at his young age. He so wanted someone to say it to him this time so he could say, "Actually it's my second!".

Let's go Nats!

* a complete game in which a pitcher yields no hits to the opposing team

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Summer Listing

Official start of the summer wouldn't be complete without a summer list but this year it's a little different. Just 3 things on it:
  1. sell our apartment
  2. buy a house
  3. move
We spent the last few months getting the apartment ready to put on the market - fixing, reglazing, painting, cleaning, sorting and purging that now it's just a matter of sitting and waiting. And keeping it as clean and tidy as possible of course. Eamon got tired of making his bed every morning that he now sleeps on top of the made bed! Here's me thinking that it would instill some good habits into the kid.

It's difficult to make plans as such with this going on which may end up being nothing but waiting so it will be a summer of more spontaneity and unscheduled fun. And lots of ice cream.

Anyway, anyone want to buy an apartment? It's got all the buzz words (spacious, bright, corner unit, granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, storage, gleaming hardwood floors, remodeled, updated, open plan, large covered balcony...) and lots of wonderful memories.



Sunday, June 14, 2015


 First game of the season - a little goofing around on the bench.

We gave baseball another try this season when a spot opened up on Eamon's pal L.'s team. While the boys weren't top of the table (far from it!) and may need a little help with team spirit they made amazing progress and sparked a keenness in the game for Eamon and himself; so much so in fact that himself signed up as Assistant Coach next season. Man, we've even turned baseball on TV at home.
Sadly, his lovely pal of eight years is moving state this summer so the last game was bitter sweet. We'll have to maximize boy play time until they move at the end of July.
Last game of the season - a little more goofing around with trophies. 

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

This is The Voice

Once homework is done the kid is allowed to watch a little TV in the evenings and for one reason and another we found ourselves watching TheVoice. Eamon quickly became a fan and it was fun to watch with him – though he has a mind for some pretty useless data on the show but we enjoyed the music and I texted and tweeted his vote. Or I told him I did as it often went on longer than his bedtime but unbeknownst to Eamon we didn’t always continue to watch the show. Shhh, don’t tell him.

Last night was the final which we only discovered at 9:00pm during nightly reminders (i.e., nagging) about pajamas and teeth and urging him to bed. There was no way that kid was being allowed up till 11 to see it – but, I’ve recorded it and we’ll watch it this weekend. Might get a little party of crisps, sweets and fizzy drinks ala Eurovision style* and make a night of it though it could be just me and the kid on this one as himself is showing no interest whatsoever (like watching Pitch Perfect last week). I’ve already seen the results and Eamon will be over the moon – let’s see if he can avoid hearing about it for a few days.

*One of the highlights of my year as a child by the way and coincidentally it’s happening this weekend. If the Marriage Equality Referendum passes in Ireland (Friday) and with the Eurovision on Saturday it will be the gayest weekend ever. Wish I was in Ireland.  

Thursday, May 07, 2015

All Finishers

While we were in Ireland we took part in the Great Limerick Run, well actually I persuaded half my family to do it with me and they all cheerfully accepted the challenge - or so they said. Eamon of course was more than up for it - all 6 miles of it.

When the day itself came rain was predicted and as is typical in Ireland it delivered in spectacular fashion right when the 6 milers were out and the half marathon finished and we all got absolutely soaked. Hats off to everyone who kept going despite the squelching and ringing out of garments and to my little guy who did a sprint to the end and left his poor uncle Jamie trailing behind (I know that feeling!). We had a few hic-cups on the day but it all worked out well and I swear I had the best few pints of Guinness EVER afterwards - if we hadn't been so wet there would have been a few more.

Last kudos go to Niamh for clocking in the fastest time on her run and winning the Duck Cup which finally broke the Farrell drought. Himself regretted he wasn't there to get rid of present it in person. 

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Just flew back from Ireland and boy are my arms tired

Flying visit home in the middle of the school year to be with my mother to celebrate her 80th birthday and we really did have a wonderful time - Eamon got to play football (or soccer) with Andrew, show Jamie his poetry, go on a cliff walk, eat winkles, run a race, be with fellow Arsenal supporters and win a match, try red lemonade, see a crannóg, look for WiFi every where and generally get spoiled rotten by all his relatives. I was equally spoiled I might add and I really do hope my mother was too. Let me tell you that lady knows how to party. I could barely keep up with her!




Saturday, April 11, 2015

Easter Bunny found in Pittsburgh

The Easter Bunny left Eamon a basket in the apartment we rented over Easter in Pittsburgh - though he didn't hide the eggs and Eamon said the egg hunt was the part he missed the most - noted for next year little man.

I think the rascally rabbit eats while on the job and got stuck with some giant eggs in a window box nearby and by the time he had his fill he was too full to move. Don't ask me how I know.