gain'. Heard this played again yesterday. According to Dubya, it's a famous saying in Tennessee and Texas. Thank Christ he's no longer going to be the head of the most powerful country in the world. Bring on Obama. Should be a few people eating either hats or humble pie at the moment. But, the poor git has all that Bushit (assume thats been used, but I thought of it myself just then, so I'll claim the cleverness for now) to clean-up mind you. And there appears to be a fair amount of it.(28/10/08)
The last few times I’ve sat on a plane on the way back from a work day trip in either Sydney or Melbourne, I’ve been busy working away on something or other for the next day. This time I find myself having done all I can do, and there’s still half an hour to go before the laptop has to be put away so, here we go. Let’s see what I can come up with in that time.
The biggest news in the Foley household is that we are now 1 set of tonsils down. Oh, and some adenoids. Trooper A
ibhe took it all in her stride – and while we’re not quite ‘over it’ as of yet, she’s pretty good at this point – one week on. As we approached the hospital on the day, her pleading that she was fine (or ‘I’m ok now’) were reverberating through our guilty heads as we held her hand walking in. Mind you, it gets made all very easy when you have a private room with bed, cot and recliner seat and she gets the opportunity to watch Wiggles and Peppa Pig DVD’s until the hour cometh. Which was all very sudden. The moment the hospital gown had to go on was when it all became a bit real for her (and us). Thankfully, she was so fricken shattered at that point that she fell asleep in my arms as we waited to wheel her in for the anesthetic. Dr Tony (Alissa’s uncle) came by, said hello, then promptly headed off to operate on our little Aibhe. One hour (and a fire alarm precisely at the moment her op was to start) later and she was back in her room, asleep on her Dad in the recliner chair. It’s a strange and helpless feeling for that hour. I just hope we don’t have to experience it too often. Alissa stayed the night with her and the little one went pretty well (the old morphine works a treat)
and by 9pm the next morning we were shipped off home.
Now we wait and hope for fewer throat infections in the coming years to make it all worthwhile. And so she will forgive us.
Emma has started on solids. She loves the stuff. How strange for a Foley baby to like her food. It seems to have settled her previously erratic sleeping patterns at present. The teething or growth spurts always threaten to mess things up.
So then. The aul’ global economy’s not so hot. But from what I’m reading, it’s a bit on the crazy scary side back home. 1% levy? Isn’t that just increasing income tax rates across the board without calling it that? Where’s all the exchequer surpluses from the boom times disappeared to? Why does Ireland have to go through such extreme cycles? Surely there’s a better way. This place will certainly go through a recession too, but the way I’ts talked about is along the lines of…. Ah yes, we had one for a couple of years in the early 90’s and again in the early ‘noughties’ and it was tough for a bit. Tough? Tough? That’s not tough. Ireland in the 70’ and 80’s never ending recession – that’s tough. For some reason, this country has cycles, but the growth and recession extremes never come close to what Ireland seems to have gone through, and is going through now. Good luck? Good government? No idea. Probably a bit to do with country size and diversity and the lack of reliance on any one industry or country for exports. Proximity to the emerging Asian economies is probably a factor too. But then again, what do I know.
(9/11/08)
Sign of my times when things are so busy that it takes this long to get what I've written from laptop to blog. And then ye re-read it and its all a bit dated. Anyway. Swimming is the order of the day over here now, Aibhe will hopefully be 'pool safe' as they say before Christmas at the rate she's going. Suddenly decided that going underwater is a fun thing and that floaties (arm-bands) are for babies. The transformation in a matter of a few weeks is quite bloody amazing. And I have to remind her how lucky she is to have her own swimming pool in her backyard. And trampoline of course. Then I remind myself how lucky we are to have all this aswell. Sammy the seal is the l
atest addition to the family. She is obliged to wear the floaties for this activity as God only knows when she'll decide to throw herself in. Emma has made it into the water already too......
I'll leave with a little extract from today, the sounds of our 6 month old's hearty laughter. Just so yis get used to it for when we hit the home country in a few weeks time. The girls will have no idea what hits them when that first blast of cold air rushes through them in Dublin airport. Nor will we for that matter. But tis Christmas after all, and aint freezing cold and rain how it's meant to be.
The biggest news in the Foley household is that we are now 1 set of tonsils down. Oh, and some adenoids. Trooper A
ibhe took it all in her stride – and while we’re not quite ‘over it’ as of yet, she’s pretty good at this point – one week on. As we approached the hospital on the day, her pleading that she was fine (or ‘I’m ok now’) were reverberating through our guilty heads as we held her hand walking in. Mind you, it gets made all very easy when you have a private room with bed, cot and recliner seat and she gets the opportunity to watch Wiggles and Peppa Pig DVD’s until the hour cometh. Which was all very sudden. The moment the hospital gown had to go on was when it all became a bit real for her (and us). Thankfully, she was so fricken shattered at that point that she fell asleep in my arms as we waited to wheel her in for the anesthetic. Dr Tony (Alissa’s uncle) came by, said hello, then promptly headed off to operate on our little Aibhe. One hour (and a fire alarm precisely at the moment her op was to start) later and she was back in her room, asleep on her Dad in the recliner chair. It’s a strange and helpless feeling for that hour. I just hope we don’t have to experience it too often. Alissa stayed the night with her and the little one went pretty well (the old morphine works a treat)
and by 9pm the next morning we were shipped off home.Now we wait and hope for fewer throat infections in the coming years to make it all worthwhile. And so she will forgive us.
Emma has started on solids. She loves the stuff. How strange for a Foley baby to like her food. It seems to have settled her previously erratic sleeping patterns at present. The teething or growth spurts always threaten to mess things up.
So then. The aul’ global economy’s not so hot. But from what I’m reading, it’s a bit on the crazy scary side back home. 1% levy? Isn’t that just increasing income tax rates across the board without calling it that? Where’s all the exchequer surpluses from the boom times disappeared to? Why does Ireland have to go through such extreme cycles? Surely there’s a better way. This place will certainly go through a recession too, but the way I’ts talked about is along the lines of…. Ah yes, we had one for a couple of years in the early 90’s and again in the early ‘noughties’ and it was tough for a bit. Tough? Tough? That’s not tough. Ireland in the 70’ and 80’s never ending recession – that’s tough. For some reason, this country has cycles, but the growth and recession extremes never come close to what Ireland seems to have gone through, and is going through now. Good luck? Good government? No idea. Probably a bit to do with country size and diversity and the lack of reliance on any one industry or country for exports. Proximity to the emerging Asian economies is probably a factor too. But then again, what do I know.
(9/11/08)
Sign of my times when things are so busy that it takes this long to get what I've written from laptop to blog. And then ye re-read it and its all a bit dated. Anyway. Swimming is the order of the day over here now, Aibhe will hopefully be 'pool safe' as they say before Christmas at the rate she's going. Suddenly decided that going underwater is a fun thing and that floaties (arm-bands) are for babies. The transformation in a matter of a few weeks is quite bloody amazing. And I have to remind her how lucky she is to have her own swimming pool in her backyard. And trampoline of course. Then I remind myself how lucky we are to have all this aswell. Sammy the seal is the l
atest addition to the family. She is obliged to wear the floaties for this activity as God only knows when she'll decide to throw herself in. Emma has made it into the water already too......I'll leave with a little extract from today, the sounds of our 6 month old's hearty laughter. Just so yis get used to it for when we hit the home country in a few weeks time. The girls will have no idea what hits them when that first blast of cold air rushes through them in Dublin airport. Nor will we for that matter. But tis Christmas after all, and aint freezing cold and rain how it's meant to be.
Finally, a the warmest antipodean welcome to Robyn Jennifer Garry, DG & Sue's little treasure......
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