Monday, June 25, 2007

The Varros Come to Ireland

They came. They saw. They drank Guinness. We had a wonderful week with our New York friends, the Varros. The weather didn't really cooperate, but that didn't stop us from doing all of the fun Dublin stuff. We also took a 3 day road trip to Galway and Bunratty Castle and to County Kerry--Sarah's ancestral home (she was a Sullivan until last October). We saw sheep and cows and goats (oh my!) and enjoyed our fair share of Irish goodies and full-car sing-a-longs. Pictures!



That, my friends, is Picasa's fancy new slideshow embedding feature. Pretty cool! I like to embed things within other things. Like embedding pigs into blankets, or jalepenos into poppers. Mmmm, snacks filled with other snacks.

Baby update: we have have movement! Unless it's some kind of weird prolonged bout of gas, I've been feeling Max Jr. squirm around for 2 weeks now. It feels a lot like riding a roller coaster, specifically the part where you go down a big drop and your stomach follows you down a little bit slower than the rest of your insides. But just slightly and only for a second. It's really quite amazing. Nothing like the hiccups and acrobatics that I'm sure will start in the months to come, but enough to bring a smile to my face when I'm just sitting there minding my own business and he reminds me that I'm not alone.

Other than that, it's time to pack it all in here in Dublin. Moving (part one) is less than 2 weeks away, and there's much to do. So I'd better get doing.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Movement! Hooray! And I love seeing Baby make his appearance in the photos--Max Jr looks about the same size as our Shermit:) Enjoy those kicks and flips . . . we've got lots around here as well!

Gary O'Brien said...

You know, this will sound weird, but that's the main thing I'm jealous about with women. That must be an incredible feeling to have the baby moving around inside of you. Sure, you'll change your tune when you're two weeks from delivery. But still. Wow.

Deborah said...

It's strange--other than the scans at the doctor's office, it's the first real proof I've had that I'm actually pregnant. It changes my whole perspective. Before, I would think to myself at least once a week that it was totally feasible that I wasn't pregnant after all, but just getting fatter and more tired. But now I'm convinced. Guess I should stop drinking Guinness now. And smoking crack.