Emmet's haircut

It happens about once a year.  Emmet's haircut...kinda like Sampson.

This is where I work

Only part time these days, but still...how lucky am I ?

I miss Ireland

Its just been too long.  This was taken on the west coast of Ireland, while a lovely storm was rolling in.  I can still smell the sea and feel the cool wind.

The County Fair

Every year we hit our county fair, not the State Fair, which we find too big, too noisy, too hot. But the county one, smack dab in the middle of cool corn fields. It has everything you want in a fair, fried foods, animals, rides and surly carnies. This year it was featuring this super cool ferris wheel from the '69 World's Fair in Seattle.

This is why you can't turn your back on a two year old.

You hear people say that but you can't understand it until it happens. It's not the first time, won't be the last...sometimes it's paint or toothpaste. Sometimes it's in a store...it is why you see frantic parents rushing around shouting some child's name. Mostly likely that child is about two. They have no sense of repercussions. No sense of fear or danger. In this case, no sense that the blue paint will ruin something. And in my house it always seems to be blue paint. Luckily I like blue. I sat at the computer for about five minutes, he was right there playing...I could see him. And-bam-I turn around and there is blue paint all over him and the floor. I didn't get mad, it's something I'm working on, not getting mad when there is no point. We just cleaned up the floor and went to the sprinkle park.