Gremlin’s Fireside Chat

For various reasons my wife could not pick Maeve up from the creche today so I did the honours. I arrived around 17:50, Maeve saw me and rushed over demanding hugs – life does have its great moment. Anyway went further into the creche and the “wobblers” room where Maeve’s coat and bottles were stored. I put Maeve down, gathered her stuff and then “chassed” her out of the wobber room towards the exit with Maeve squeeling with delight. Along the main hall there are four child-proof gates to negotiate. You can imagine my surprise when my 14 month old went up and opened all four of them in sequence; pushing the button on top of the gate (and which she cannot see) and pulling open the gate.

Smart girl. Time at home to migrate to lock and key on the gates we have.

I was out most of the day Saturday doing this and that – you know how it is. Anyway my wife asked if  I would take our Daughter along for “protection”  – and a little hard-nut she looks too.

For the first time in 61 years, Ireland has won the grand-slam (Rugby) in a tightly fought match against Wales in Cardiff. At times I was at the edge of my seat, knuckle in my mouth as a  fumbled ball by the Irish, an attack by Wales. Wales played magnificently and were unlucky not to win. But today its Irelands day. What a great day it is to be Irish

Maeve enjoyed it too being resplendent in her newly bought Irish jersy.

Whilst my wife is away on a weekend’s hen-party with a bunch of friends I have some more quality time with our daughter Maeve. We spent a nice day yesterday in Borders a book shop in Blanchardstown followed by a drive around county Dublin to places I have not been – the weather was lovely and sunny. Anyway, of late I have noticed that Maeve has certain musical preferences – which I thought unusual (probably isn’t) in someone only 13 months old. She likes folk and classical and some pop – the latter must have a catchy beat. We were sitting on the sofa flicking through the channels when the TV got stuck on some pop channel where some young nubile woman was waiving her arms, wiggling her hips and singing away to some inane song (don’t remember don’t care). What struck me was the sight of Maeve intensley studying the TV and starting to mimic the singer on TV. It’s amazing how fast they learn.

After months of trying to teach Maeve to nod her head when she means yes (and to no avail) Maeve has started to nod.