Dancing in the street

We went to the local Thanksgiving Parade this morning and luckily we brought our camping chairs (thanks for the tip Elena) because it was a pretty long one. And I have to say a pretty good one. The parades we've gone to usually are more national in spirit - St Patrick's Day and 4th of July but this one embraced so many more cultures and nationalities from the local area it was very festive. And I'm thankful for living in such a diverse neighbourhood. Thank you Silver Spring.

Eamon LOVED the dancers - especially the Andean Pachamama troupe (I think!). I have some great video footage of him dancing along with them but for the life of me I can't upload the video clip. This used to be easy. What happened blogger? Where did you move the upload video icon? The fans need to see the child's moves.

If you're really interested in seeing it, I've added it and other pix to my flickr account - it'll be in the Fall List set and all you have to do is click on the flickr icon over to the right.

Walking Bear

Eamon's Indian name is "Walking Bear' if you'd like to know - the name may have been picked from a hat but his teachers must have known that he does the bear walk a lot. All those feathers in my young brave's cap have special significance - the blue one is for each nap he took this week, the yellow for keeping his cubby clean and I must check what the green one was for again because I only see one of those. I'll fill you in but right now I'm cutting this post pretty close the the midnight wire so I'll cut it short. Good night.

My little kidr

Eamon's discovered where we keep the paper for the printer and runs in and grabs a few sheets a night for his art and writing. More if we'd let him. The other night after drawing a picture of Mom, Dad and the kid (that'd be Eamon) he then wanted to write the words down and asked me how to spell them. First, kid and the letters K I D were written; then Mom and I spelled out M O M but he wrote down  M O D - that last D written with a smile on his face (and his tongue sticking out!). Then it was on to Dad, the letters D A D were said and he wrote D A M with a bigger smile on his face. Laughing at my clever son's trick he then went on to put an R after the word KID.

Wordless Wednesday

It truly is a wordless Wednesday. Y'see Ireland were playing France tonight in the last match to qualify for the world cup. I followed it as best I could from a live feed via RTE and it was tense. At full time Ireland and France were even after both scoring one goal away in each game. They went into extra time as I was getting the train home and thanks to texts from the sister I was able to keep up. France scored in the 13th minute. Blatent handball was the word from home. Just as I was reaching home the text came that it was all over and I seriously cried coming in the door.

I saw the goal on youtube and Sky Sports news and I cried again. I have no words to describe how disappointed I am.

Know the code!

There was a public service announcement on Irish TV in the 70s on road safety that I'm sure every adult around my age knows by heart. The other day I was singing it to Eamon and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since (I know himself does the same with "Conjunction Junction"!). The sad part was I had forgotten some of the words (the shock!) but thanks to youtube I found it again and my God but it's the best set of instructions for any kid to watch on crossing the road. And look at Ireland in the 70s!

OK so people my age, wasn't there one with Judge from Wanderly Wagon as well?

Sunshine in November

It finally stopped raining here and yesterday we were lucky to have an outdoor playdate. I mananged to take only one photo the whole day because the kids were too busy exploring the new playground and the parents were equally busy keeping up with them. Eamon had a blast. When I looked back at Second Sunday from last November there doesn't seem to be much that has changed - even the weather.

Bedside care

For Mothers' Day this year Eamon made me this very beautiful vase of flowers. He explained how he had painted the yogurt pot pink (my favourite colour), how he mixed cement and placed the flowers just so. It really is precious. And it was really lovely on our balcony where it added a lot of vibrant colour when I had managed to kill off all the other flowers.

Today I put away cushions and some things from outside and Eamon insisted on bringing in the flowers too because they might get wet in the rain. No persuading him that flowers actually like the rain would deter him. He placed them on my bedside table where he said I could smell them in the middle of the night and wouldn't have to get out of bed.

Thanks big guy.

Knackered

Are we not even half way through November yet?