Busy weekend (infodump)
Jun. 22nd, 2009 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundSaturday: Varied
1. Scheduled phone call at 9:30 from my "buddy" on an online course I'm taking.
2. Visit to the tile shop, the tile warehouse, and the other tile shop, with both kids, while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niallm had a well-earned rest (having taken the morning shift). The toughness of this outing was made up for by TILE SUCCESS. We now have everything but the kitchen splashback.
3. Unfortunately, Niall's peace was shattered by some oikish football fans who decided to try urinating in our front garden while waiting for their coach to show up. Fuckers.
4. Picked up Niall and went to Merrion Square to the Street Performance World Championships. Not fantastic in terms of actually getting to see any of the shows, what with two children wanting to run around, mostly in opposite directions, but we did get falafel and ice-cream and chips and pizza, and there was a good buzz. The Oyster got THE WORLD'S MOST MAGNIFICENT BALLOON DRAGON. No, I'm serious. Check this out:
Made by a gentleman by the name of Mr Balloonatic. Apparently he does children's parties. *strokes chin*
5. Eventually left Merrion Square (which was a Good Thing, because the patter of Betty Brawn, The World's Strongest Lady, was bringing me out in hives). Headed out to Dun Laoghaire, where we decided it was too early to have dinner. So we went to the beach at Sandycove instead, and played a brilliant game in which we were a family of superheroes - Minute, his little brother Super-Boy, and their parents Hackl-Jackl and Flick-Banana. (The Oyster named us all; I was Flick-Banana, which I think is INSPIRED.) Together we fought crime - collecting evidence of villainy in the rock formations and seaweed on the beach, making our jackets flap in super-heroic fashion, etc.
6. Ate and ate and ate in Real Gourmet Burger. It always seems faintly odd to me that I should be such a slavering fan of yer gourmet burger joint, but there it is.
7. After home and the boys' bedtime, Niall went back out to get some shots of the new Luas bridge, and I did some sorely needed housework.
Sunday: Simpler
1. Did the shifts thing in the morning, as we often do, and then when Niall got up he gave the children a bath while I did more vacuuming.
2. Went to my parents' for big-ass Sunday lunch, featuring a four-month-old baby and a presentation of Fathers' Day gifts to the three attending fathers (Niall got a book of poetry). I should point out that this was orchestrated by my sister and her friend (the baby's mother), lest you think I am that organised or generous!
3. Just as we were preparing to leave, the Oyster fell off the swing and got a cut on the back of his head. There is something quite unique about watching blood drip from your child's hair. Everything slows down. The blood is too red, too shiny. The cut bled a lot, as scalp injuries tend to, but I don't think it's too bad. We decided against going to A&E, and just bandaged it up as best we could. It was still a bit oozy at bedtime, so I dressed it again, this time with a proper roll of stretchy bandage round and round his head, which looked very dramatic. He slept fine, and it seems OK this morning. I hope we did the right thing.
4. Bedtime was very late, for one reason or another. The Oyster went up at 10:00, but the Feaster had had a late nap and didn't go to sleep until 10:45. I hate evenings like that - I don't feel that my workday is properly over until they're asleep, and I need time to unwind afterwards. Niall, for his part, amused himself by going to the 24-hour Tesco in Dundrum to get the groceries that we'd unaccountably failed to find time to pick up earlier.
And now it's Monday, and our new windows and doors have arrived! Yay!
ETA: Ohhhhh, you wanted doors and windows that FIT? Well, you should've said.
1. Scheduled phone call at 9:30 from my "buddy" on an online course I'm taking.
2. Visit to the tile shop, the tile warehouse, and the other tile shop, with both kids, while
niallm had a well-earned rest (having taken the morning shift). The toughness of this outing was made up for by TILE SUCCESS. We now have everything but the kitchen splashback.3. Unfortunately, Niall's peace was shattered by some oikish football fans who decided to try urinating in our front garden while waiting for their coach to show up. Fuckers.
4. Picked up Niall and went to Merrion Square to the Street Performance World Championships. Not fantastic in terms of actually getting to see any of the shows, what with two children wanting to run around, mostly in opposite directions, but we did get falafel and ice-cream and chips and pizza, and there was a good buzz. The Oyster got THE WORLD'S MOST MAGNIFICENT BALLOON DRAGON. No, I'm serious. Check this out:
Made by a gentleman by the name of Mr Balloonatic. Apparently he does children's parties. *strokes chin*
5. Eventually left Merrion Square (which was a Good Thing, because the patter of Betty Brawn, The World's Strongest Lady, was bringing me out in hives). Headed out to Dun Laoghaire, where we decided it was too early to have dinner. So we went to the beach at Sandycove instead, and played a brilliant game in which we were a family of superheroes - Minute, his little brother Super-Boy, and their parents Hackl-Jackl and Flick-Banana. (The Oyster named us all; I was Flick-Banana, which I think is INSPIRED.) Together we fought crime - collecting evidence of villainy in the rock formations and seaweed on the beach, making our jackets flap in super-heroic fashion, etc.
6. Ate and ate and ate in Real Gourmet Burger. It always seems faintly odd to me that I should be such a slavering fan of yer gourmet burger joint, but there it is.
7. After home and the boys' bedtime, Niall went back out to get some shots of the new Luas bridge, and I did some sorely needed housework.
Sunday: Simpler
1. Did the shifts thing in the morning, as we often do, and then when Niall got up he gave the children a bath while I did more vacuuming.
2. Went to my parents' for big-ass Sunday lunch, featuring a four-month-old baby and a presentation of Fathers' Day gifts to the three attending fathers (Niall got a book of poetry). I should point out that this was orchestrated by my sister and her friend (the baby's mother), lest you think I am that organised or generous!
3. Just as we were preparing to leave, the Oyster fell off the swing and got a cut on the back of his head. There is something quite unique about watching blood drip from your child's hair. Everything slows down. The blood is too red, too shiny. The cut bled a lot, as scalp injuries tend to, but I don't think it's too bad. We decided against going to A&E, and just bandaged it up as best we could. It was still a bit oozy at bedtime, so I dressed it again, this time with a proper roll of stretchy bandage round and round his head, which looked very dramatic. He slept fine, and it seems OK this morning. I hope we did the right thing.
4. Bedtime was very late, for one reason or another. The Oyster went up at 10:00, but the Feaster had had a late nap and didn't go to sleep until 10:45. I hate evenings like that - I don't feel that my workday is properly over until they're asleep, and I need time to unwind afterwards. Niall, for his part, amused himself by going to the 24-hour Tesco in Dundrum to get the groceries that we'd unaccountably failed to find time to pick up earlier.
And now it's Monday, and our new windows and doors have arrived! Yay!
ETA: Ohhhhh, you wanted doors and windows that FIT? Well, you should've said.