Coming on, so to speak

Sniffle, wheeze, cough, blow!

Ugh, I’ve had a cold for about 2 months now with interspersed bouts of stomach plague. All in a days work when you spend your days wrangling Irish kiddies. However, illness is not what I’m about today. Actually, I’m not sure what I’m about…we’ve had a monster of a week at Residential–which is an all hands on deck four day voyage to the North Coast with a full group of mums and wee munchkins.

Over boosted and shadowed picture for privacy reasons, but hopefully still adorable.

It could have been epically horrific, but actually it was a wonderful experience.  Our last Residential in September is a bit of a blur in my mind, but this one (we just arrived back to Belfast yesterday at about noon) is still fresh. We had about 20 children ranging from 4 weeks to 10 years–and let me tell you, these kids are CHARACTERS. Seriously, I laughed so much at their antics. They truly wear me out, but in such a good way. I spent most of my time with the wee babies, which usually isn’t my cup of tea, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed it. Having known them for the last 6 months helped immensely. I knew a few of their quirks already, and they knew my face and we got on much better because of that. There’s something so simply wonderful about a child’s trust. Here we were in a completely foreign place, and they trusted me to comfort them, to take them on wee walks by the beach and in the woods, to sled down a mountainous dune of sand (at the bottom of which we explosively crashed!), to spoon mouthfuls of Weetabix and to rock to sleep in prams with the sound of my  ill-pitched renditions “Wind the Bobbin Up” (for more info watch this disturbing clip http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXo_8BvoZhU)…ahhh, I could go on and on. Don’t fault me too much for the grammatical inconsitencies of the last–or this–sentence. Sometimes when I wax rhapsodic I can’t be bothered with technicalities.  And in Belfast, we’d say “Ach, what are you like?” about that.

I wish I could post a few of my pictures of the wee ones, but as you know, I can’t really. Reid graciously let me borrow his camera, and I was over the moon with its abilities. Make a date with me in June and mayhaps you’ll allow me to ambush you with a barrage of our little leprechauns?

In the meantime, here are a few pictures I’ve been playing about with lately:

Our distinguished neighbor, Master Taz.

Fishies in the water, Fishies in the Sea, 1, 2, 3, up jumps meeeee!

Imperfect, but I like their red coats.

Castle Square--and the vignetting is natural, I swear!

Ahoy there, Master Echols.

Sláinte!

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One Response to Coming on, so to speak

  1. gigi says:

    I’m so excited for “you two”!!!! Maybe some day I’ll master more on this…..!!!What fun to enjoy you’re blog. I don’t know if this going thru,but if it does,yeahfor. All the plans sound sooo exciting,Can hardly wait until you get back to SA Love ,GIGI

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