At two, Theo loves to help in the kitchen. Often that’s how I get him to stop poking at the rocks and twigs beside the sidewalk and start trotting the two-block walk from daycare to our house: the offer to help me cook dinner.
For our first month, we are living in a cottage in a rural area near Skibbereen, Ireland. Very rural. Google maps refers to the road to the cottage as “unnamed road.”
We are mad about farmers markets and the Saturday morning market in Skibbereen didn’t disappoint.
Okay, so it hasn’t been ALL rain lately. On Wednesday, Mom, Theo, and I drove to Glandore and Union Hall. We had a snack outside at a pub in Glandore overlooking the boats. (With many bees as uninvited guests. Theo is getting good at requesting that the bees leave, instead of swatting at them. Important life skill. Hooray!)
Last Thursday, my Mom, Theo, and I drove to Kilkenney where we scooped up Brian at the train station and then drove down to the cottage we rented in Kells.
Going into this trip, I knew that one of the challenges for me in particular would be the sheer amount of togetherness. In the past, I’ve generally traveled on my own, so continually coordinating outings with others (and especially coordinating with a two-year-old) is a personal challenge.
Theo has spent most of his life in California (much of it during a drought), and it took him awhile to embrace the rain in Ireland. Now, he is perfectly happy to be rained on as he eats a Nutella and banana crepe.
Badger & Dodo, served out of the back of a truck. It was fantastic.