Gremlin’s Fireside Chat

Last night when I went bed I found my daughter asleep in my bed and she looked so cute with the open book and all I had to take the photo:

I hope she grows up loving reading as much as I do.

I think my 4 year old daughter has a secret life because we were out driving this evening and my daughter notices that a police car behind us and says ‘Daddy the Police are following us!!! We have to loose them’ – I almost crashed the car with laughing so much.

Today was Maeve’s last day in the Giraffe creche in the IFSC Dublin. The creche let me state is excellent and I would recommend to anyone. Maeve has gone from a small 7 month old toddler to a confident, brash, smart and totally lovable 4.5 year old little lady under their tutorship who can count and can write her name. Tomorrow she starts the next phase of her life – primary school in Donabate and is something she has been excited about for months. It will mean of course a change in her moms and dads lives to cater for the school location and times (less time in school than was spent in the creche), but it should work out well for everyone concerned.

One big personal thing for me (and re-enforced by her new Passport arriving yesterday) is – where has the last four and a half years gone, and my how she has grown and matured!!!

Still love her and her mom to bits though.

I took this photo yesterday of my daughter in my home-office “relaxing” watching Spider-Man. Talk about cute….

Finding it hard to believe she is only Four years old and is starting school in September.

The last few days weather has been ideal – sunny with a cool breeze. The downside to this with the recent rain is that our lawn has grown alarmingly from something like 3 inches to 8 inches plus in some places over a few days. Time to get the lawn mower out.

Maeve my daughter – bless her kind soul – decided to ‘help’ push the lawn mower (although I did manage to persuade her to hold the power cable out of harms way). I digress. It was during the lawn mowing that my daughter announced “don’t cut the flowers (buttercups and dandy-lions) I want them for my wedding”. “Wedding” blazed red across my consciousness – “what wedding” I spluttered after almost having a heart attack. “Will asked me to marry him and I said ‘Yes’” she replied “we are getting married in June” she added. Not only did I not know this “Will” character – but I will definitely taking more interest in this young man in the future – but my Daughter is only 4 years old and this is the kind of conversation I was not expecting (dreading) for 20 or more years.

Anyway I managed to rein in my more wilder thoughts and get back to the task at hand and finished mowing the lawn. When I look back on it all it was rather funny; Her mom and teachers at the creche think so; and when you think about it a 4 year old having any comprehension of what getting married means is quite impressive. It is however a subject I would rather leave to later – much, much latter, and I am sure many dads agree with me.