Thursday, June 25, 2009

Ode to a grandson

Almost a week late, but been busy with the thesis, work, life, the universe, everything and all the fish...

Anyway, first of a few posts related to Fionn's first birthday last Saturday, here's his birthday poem from sean-athair Greg:

Fionn's first - June 09

Pictured on your daddy's blog before being one week old,
Celebrated journeys penned in verse,
Video recording of your first attempt to crawl,
Two steps forward one step in reverse.

Giving voice through baby sounds at barely three months old,
Sounds like you were really trying to talk,
How we marvelled at the lengthy stories that you told,
Wondered could we teach you how to walk.

Getting in the swim of things while suited like your dad,
Twelve month anniversary of birth,
Family and friends around you showering you with praise,
Celebrating your first year on Earth.

Monday, June 1, 2009

At swim, two Scanlons

After a hot afternoon spent strolling around the city admiring the tall ships (and not purchasing any of the over-priced tat), what better way to finish the day than a quick dip in the sea?

Those of a nervous disposition may wish to avert their eyes, these photos contain copious amounts of pale man-flesh...

Fionn quickly lost any sense of propriety, and decided that sitting in the waves was the only way to go. He would have been in head first if he had his way :)

Water was lovely, although Greg and I did suit up. It feels very strange to be floating in Dublin Bay, watching the ferries leave the Port, and the Dart passing not 50 metres behind you. Good times, hopefully it'll be a regular feature of our summer!