<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257</id><updated>2011-10-11T22:42:04.757-05:00</updated><category term='Gentry&apos;s Farm'/><category term='.shopping'/><category term='baby food'/><category term='1st birthday details'/><category term='morning routine'/><category term='Cillian speaking'/><category term='Letter to Cillian'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='cash and costumes'/><category term='Halloween &apos;10'/><category term='our conversations'/><category term='Cash entertaining'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='games Cillian plays'/><category term='Preschool Pumpkin Patch'/><category term='Cash and pj&apos;s'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Christmas Eve 2009'/><category term='unwrapping'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Cash growing'/><category term='New York'/><category term='Pumpkin Fest'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='1st ornaments'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Mama/Cash time'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='blog stalking'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='singing to cash'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='routines'/><category term='chuck e cheese'/><category term='outside play'/><category term='art class'/><category term='Rodeo 2009'/><category term='through the year'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='photos of Cillian'/><category term='good friends'/><category term='weight'/><category term='Henpeck'/><category term='mischief'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Christmas card 2009'/><category term='Hatcher Dairy Farm'/><category term='Christmas Day 2009'/><category term='Cash preschool'/><category term='super heros'/><category term='Cash&apos;s imagination'/><category term='Arrington Vineyards'/><category term='Cilllian&apos;s 1st'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='angels'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Cillian at 10 months'/><category term='pumpkins'/><category term='grilling'/><category term='snow cream'/><category term='100th post'/><category term='my favorite posts'/><category term='snow fun'/><category term='Cillian milestones'/><category term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><category term='dancin&apos;'/><category term='Cillian'/><category term='dyeing eggs'/><category term='Cash&apos;s Boots'/><category term='1st sitter'/><category term='time with Cash'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Cillian and underwear'/><category term='Cash time'/><category term='Thanksgiving parade'/><category term='music'/><category term='favorite children&apos;s movies'/><category term='water drums'/><category term='who are you'/><category term='Halloween &apos;09'/><category term='Cillian milestone'/><category term='eating'/><category term='chatter'/><category term='slideshow'/><category term='cash'/><category term='washing machine'/><category term='Cash shaving'/><category term='Sticky Fingers'/><category term='Cheekwood'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='Snow 2010'/><category term='Cash is 4'/><category term='Halloween 2009'/><category term='Franklin'/><category term='trips'/><category term='Cillian update'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='gum dish for Cash'/><category term='8 things'/><category term='cashisms'/><category term='cash playing'/><category term='date with Cash'/><category term='cillian&apos;s 1st night in hotel'/><category term='Easter 2010'/><category term='pool'/><category term='mom talk'/><category term='Oso'/><category term='legs'/><category term='Cash&apos;s 1st'/><category term='Mama time'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='summer fun'/><category term='chubby legs'/><category term='Christmas parade'/><category term='firetrucks'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Snow 2011'/><category term='dinner at the park'/><category term='bathtime'/><category term='things Cillian likes to do'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='summer meals'/><category term='papa'/><category term='1st time in carseat'/><category term='car rides'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='&quot;1&quot; shirt'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='Christmas Eve'/><category term='Cillian&apos;s 1st Bubble bath'/><category term='Hailey and Catherine'/><category term='bargains'/><category term='Christmas 2009'/><category term='family time'/><category term='book review'/><category term='brothers relationship'/><category term='first day of preschool'/><category term='18 months'/><category term='fun'/><category term='fun things'/><category term='Spring Break 2009'/><category term='art camp'/><category term='egg hunt'/><category term='1st bathtime'/><category term='candy'/><category term='eating cake'/><category term='pretzel incident'/><category term='Halloween costumes'/><category term='ornament tradition'/><category term='spaceship fun'/><category term='2011'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Cillian&apos;s 1st birthday'/><category term='Cash&apos;s messes'/><category term='cillian 1st'/><category term='family outing'/><category term='party details'/><category term='Cash&apos;s shows'/><category term='Cash&apos;s first lunch at preschool'/><category term='santa visit'/><category term='Cillian&apos;s bucket'/><category term='playing at the park'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='swim lessons'/><category term='gum'/><category term='Derby'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='weekend fun'/><category term='mommy brain'/><category term='Cash and Cillian'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Cash&apos;s friends'/><category term='sacrifices'/><category term='me'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='newborn shoot'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='wacky things'/><category term='doctors visit'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='party'/><category term='1st feature'/><category term='happy'/><category term='ribbon'/><category term='tricycle'/><category term='toys'/><category term='cash and zachary'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='new design'/><category term='Cillian walking'/><category term='tags'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Irish boys'/><category term='Happy Birthday Cillian'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='all my babies'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='hats'/><category term='snow'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='Cillian&apos;s birthday'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>2 Little Irish Boys</title><subtitle type='html'>the musings of a southern mama and her 2 sweet irish lads</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5182565492776245182</id><published>2011-03-28T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:23:00.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all my babies'/><title type='text'>My Very First Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJZYkMkinvs/TYwPKM7xGYI/AAAAAAAAAew/d2wp06tXOLI/s1600/OBrien_Color-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587857905604958594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJZYkMkinvs/TYwPKM7xGYI/AAAAAAAAAew/d2wp06tXOLI/s400/OBrien_Color-69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I consider my sweet Derby my very first baby. He was such a special friend to me and really more than a friend a companion-a companion that can never be replaced. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derby passed away 2 years ago on this day. I miss him terribly and think about him often. The boys and I will be doing something in the yard, or we will be at a certain park and I will tell them about the fun things Derby use to do. Derby had such a loving and warm heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this day as tears fall down my face, I read my post about my gentle Derby from that unexpected time in my life and I once again remember his spirit and can even hear his bark. It is funny how I use the same words to describe him as I did then but that is how I will always remember my first baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have new babies. Babies that I have dreamed of my whole life-babies that God has so richly blessed me with. Babies that keep me busy and make me laugh! I know my Cash and Cillian would adore Derby. Cash remembers him but Cillian was only 9 months but loves hearing stories about him and seeing pictures. I would love to share with you my memories of my baby Derby from my tribute post to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-boy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5182565492776245182?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5182565492776245182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5182565492776245182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5182565492776245182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5182565492776245182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-very-first-baby.html' title='My Very First Baby!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJZYkMkinvs/TYwPKM7xGYI/AAAAAAAAAew/d2wp06tXOLI/s72-c/OBrien_Color-69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-74364399403644213</id><published>2011-03-17T15:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:30:59.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Cash and Cillian get so excited for March 17th-St. Patrick's Day! They can hardly wait to drink green milk and eat green oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, they woke to a shamrock path from their bedrooms to the decked out kitchen fit for any jig dancin' Irish boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu for a festive breakfast: Lucky Charms in take-out boxes, Lucky Milk, green oatmeal, chocolate gold coins, green sours, and Clemetines for the orange in the Irish flag.&lt;br /&gt;Cillian, of course, had a "gold" coin before anything healthy. However, the boys were so thrilled to take that 1st drink of green milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day from the O'Brien Family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Picnik collage by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5535692092/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picnik collage" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5535692092_fd3eb0e56c_z.jpg" width="640" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-74364399403644213?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/74364399403644213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=74364399403644213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/74364399403644213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/74364399403644213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5535692092_fd3eb0e56c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1480907111070053316</id><published>2011-01-10T16:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:06:30.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow cream'/><title type='text'>Snow Fun!</title><content type='html'>When Cash and I woke up this morning we were so excited to see about 5 or so inches of snow. Course, he could hardly wait to get out there in it and luckily it wasn't too terribly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into Cillian's room yelling, "it snowed, it snowed!" Cillian sweetly looked at me and said, "Mom, I heared the snow while I was napping!" So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a scrumptious breakfast of Nutella on english muffins we all got bundled up, layered up and ready to eat some snow. Cash and Cillian love picking up the snow and just mashing it in their mouth-Cillian wanted to get out the shopping cart and since the neighbor was shoveling his drive it made a perfect place for him to push the cart up and down their driveway. Eventually, he tired of that and wanted to play on his slide and of course take off his hat!&lt;br /&gt;Cash had a fun time with his friend next door, Becca. They made a snowman and then I pulled Cash and Cillian around on the new toboggan that I had bought them before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all warmed up and enjoyed pink Valentine hot chocolate and we are planning on snow cream for dessert tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="picnikfile_EZw9dY by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5343867759/"&gt;&lt;img alt="picnikfile_EZw9dY" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5343867759_13f74c3035_z.jpg" width="640" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1480907111070053316?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1480907111070053316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1480907111070053316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1480907111070053316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1480907111070053316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-fun.html' title='Snow Fun!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5343867759_13f74c3035_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8643432176956265430</id><published>2010-12-04T23:39:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:54:01.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franklin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Christmas Parade 2010!!</title><content type='html'>Cash and Cillian love the downtown Franklin parade every 1st Saturday in December. It is so much fun to be super close to the marching bands, see the fire trucks and catch the candy. My boys get to go to the fantastic Macy's Thanksgiving Parade every Thanksgiving and they love it, but they just can't understand why they don't throw candy out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas tradition for our family is the start of my tears. For some reason, when my cuties are standing on the edge of Bridge Street in downtown Franklin and yelling "Merry Christmas" at the top of their lungs to every parade participant--I start to tear up. Cash and Cillian were so excited to go-they looked adorable and of course seeing Santa at the end was the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...almost since my two little candy monsters could hardly contain themselves as gobs of candy went flying through the air. I was smart this year and brought a Christmas gift bag and they were in their element grabbing candy and putting it in the bag! Several times Cillian would exclaim, "Mama, that boy gave me candy. That was so nice!" The Boys Scouts would walk right up to my little ones and place candy in their hands and say, "Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cillian was filled with wonder as he saw the green (yellowish) firetruck coming down the street blaring its siren. My favorite along with Cash is the local chimney sweep that does their float in the Mary Poppins theme and plays music from the movie. We all have our favorites but most of all my heart warms when my boys just want to sit in Mama's lap and get cozy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a wonderful way to begin our 2010 Christmas season!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Franklin Christmas Parade 2010 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5233811176/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Franklin Christmas Parade 2010" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5233811176_71bc01475a_z.jpg" width="640" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8643432176956265430?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8643432176956265430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8643432176956265430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8643432176956265430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8643432176956265430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-parade-2010.html' title='Christmas Parade 2010!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5233811176_71bc01475a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3298322036157471259</id><published>2010-10-25T22:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:32:22.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super heros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween &apos;10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash and costumes'/><title type='text'>Super Hero Halloween!</title><content type='html'>This Halloween it is all about Super Heros! Cash changes into about 3 different Halloween costumes a day along with 5 changes of just normal everyday clothes makes our days interesting. I just never know who is gonna come out of his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the actual Halloween costume isn't gonna change (i hope) and Cash is super excited about being Wolverine. I think he is actually an X-man, but he is also on all Cash's super hero underwear along with Spider Man, Hulk, and Bat Man--so Wolverine is a super hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash was excited to model for me and show all of his meaness! He is really into playing super heros with his friends and really into "saving the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say " I LOVE" having my very own personal super hero to protect me!! Gosh, he sure is cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, i also have my very own 'lil monster....he just isn't ready to cooperate! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Wolverine! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5116706376/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wolverine!" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/5116706376_8424194f6b_z.jpg" width="469" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3298322036157471259?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3298322036157471259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3298322036157471259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3298322036157471259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3298322036157471259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-hero-halloween.html' title='Super Hero Halloween!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/5116706376_8424194f6b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4030593066940123934</id><published>2010-10-01T00:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:53:45.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Not A Big Deal</title><content type='html'>Well, as I catch up on my blogging I remember having a conversation with Cash on the way to his 1st day of Pre-K a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it seemed as if it really wasn't a big deal for Cash to start school. Seriously, we are there all the time.....Sunday mornings for Sunday school, Prince Warrior Academy this summer, Sunday night Kids Praise, any children's event we are there! So, for Cash to go to school this year and saying "hello" to everyone as he walked in the door seemed as if it really was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he and I talked in the car on the drive there--I realized it is a big deal. I told him how I felt last year after I dropped him off for his first day of preschool. He asked, "why did you cry, Mama?" I explained to him my emotions and how sometimes when life changes it can be emotional (crying fits:). I also told him, "I'm not gonna cry this year" and as soon as I told him that.....we began to talk about Kindergarten next year and you know the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year is a big deal. This is the last year that my baby will be with me to just run to the grocery, go to the park, hang out in downtown Nashville---I plan on making a lot of memories this year. Not so sure they will keep me from crying Fall 2011 but I will relish in those memories and so will Cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_9028E by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5041134268/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9028E" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5041134268_c6f725b11c_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Day of Pre-K 2010 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_9038E by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5041130034/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9038E" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5041130034_5351bb56be.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cillian wanted his picture taken, too! This is what he does when I say, "smile!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_9045E by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5040518807/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9045E" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/5040518807_56aa390ea3.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cash and Alex before walking into Mrs. Martha's class!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4030593066940123934?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4030593066940123934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4030593066940123934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4030593066940123934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4030593066940123934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-big-deal.html' title='Not A Big Deal'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5041134268_c6f725b11c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2242502511855879945</id><published>2010-09-30T10:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:11:53.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Love That Shot - Link UP!</title><content type='html'>The theme this week for "Love Your Shot/Link Up" is faces that you love! I have been absent from the blogging world mostly spending time shooting faces that I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one face that I just adore! I think the scratch adds to the roughness of this photo. Cash and I were scoping out a new photography session location and I never dream he would do what I said. These were my instructions: "Cash, hop out of the car, throw your t-shirt off and lean against that cool door!" Guess the tip here is to just be easy going and get them to do something they like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky because anytime life has to do with putting clothes on or taking them off--he is in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I love that face of my 4 year old, Cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_9108_clean15x11 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/5038835303/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9108_clean15x11" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/5038835303_ba07410455_z.jpg" width="640" height="469" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all the gorgeous pictures over at Love That Shot-- just click on the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovethatshot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Visit Love That Shot" alt="" src="http://lovethatshot.com/images/love-that-shot-125.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2242502511855879945?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2242502511855879945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2242502511855879945&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2242502511855879945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2242502511855879945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-that-shot-link-up.html' title='Love That Shot - Link UP!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/5038835303_ba07410455_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3593000621653968878</id><published>2010-05-08T06:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:37:39.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Memory Snap by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4584226577/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Memory Snap" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/4584226577_8667625189_o.jpg" width="675" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(photo credit: Ilde Cook -- Copyrighted, Do Not Copy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Memory Snap by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4584859308/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Memory Snap" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4584859308_3806c6cf4c_o.jpg" width="425" height="637" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(photo credit: Ilde Cook--Copyrighted, Do Not Copy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mother's Day is my favorite holiday. No one can ruin it for me....it is my day and no matter what happens it is a day that I celebrate in my heart with great joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remind myself of the gifts God has given me everyday and try ever so hard not to screw it up. My boys are truly a grand and glorious gift that I never take for granted. My goals are pretty simple: allow my babies to have fun, show them how to love, tell them about Jesus and never go an hour/minute without telling them "I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe in my heart a mother should shower her children with love -- not just love them in her heart, but truly love them and tell them so they never have a doubt. As they grow, they will easily bestow love on others as a result of hearing the words, I Love You! I can't imagine a mother not continously telling her children about the great love of her heart--no matter what the age!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, on Mother's Day I will remind myself of everything that is important. I will thank my own mother for showing me how to love others, love Jesus and how to love to my own babies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks Mama for always saying "I love you" and always making me feel love-- no matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God could not be everywhere and therefore He made mothers--Jewish Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3593000621653968878?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3593000621653968878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3593000621653968878&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3593000621653968878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3593000621653968878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-485962522910418858</id><published>2010-04-08T07:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:33:26.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><title type='text'>Pure Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Easter Sunday by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4491470657/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Easter Sunday" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4491470657_3a00eb613a_o.jpg" width="675" height="471" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God made it All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-485962522910418858?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/485962522910418858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=485962522910418858&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/485962522910418858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/485962522910418858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/pure-beauty.html' title='Pure Beauty'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1296941435496391447</id><published>2010-04-06T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:15:00.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I like just doing a post about several things-- that is really how my mind works. My mind is all over the place. One minute I am thinking of aprons and the next I am thinking about traditions. It just goes on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprons:&lt;/strong&gt; Been having random ideas of finding a really cute &lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/mainmenu.php"&gt;Amy Butler&lt;/a&gt; type fabric apron to wear while preparing meals-I use dish towels and paper towels like there are trees everywhere-might be nice to have something to wipe my hands on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baths:&lt;/strong&gt; Cash gave Cillian a bath tonight. I swear it was the cutest thing. The Easter bunny brought this new bath toy where you spin a spinner and if it lands on the monkey's hand, well you wash your hands. Cash would say "now turn around, Cillian" and of course Cillian would turn around. When Cash washed Cillian's toes he sang a cute "toes,toes, tosey, toes, toes" song that he learned in music class at school. OMG, it was the cutest thing-shoot! I should have gotten my video camera out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day:&lt;/strong&gt; I think I am gonna get my mama a Mother's Day corsage as well as myself. I have a vivid memory of my sister and I, my grandmother and my mama all attending church on Mother's Day wearing our corsages. Gosh, I hate that that tradition seems to have disappeared. At least it has in our rather large contemporary church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil' Road Trips:&lt;/strong&gt; I am making a effort to plan little inexpensive road trips here and there for our sweet family of four. It takes a lot of effort to get this family out the door and sometimes, frankly it is easier/cheaper just to stay at home. But, I will still be exhausted at home or not. So, our first little adventure begins this week for Cash's spring break. I had Greg set aside some time from his schedule a few weeks ago (course I think he forgot) so we could go during the week and we are off. I will bring you great pictures from &lt;a href="http://www.stonemountainpark.com/"&gt;Stone Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, GA when we return. I have this adorable picture of my sister and I in darlin' Spring dresses in front of the mountain. Cash asked if he could take his Easter outfit. "Of course, if you will let me take your picture and actually look at the camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communicating: &lt;/strong&gt;Cillian is talking like no other 23 month old. He understands everything you say and he will repeat anything you say. Man, he is a fast learner. Looking back it seems like especially since Christmas his language skills have just blossomed. I love how he says chocolate. It almost sounds like he actually has chocolate in his mouth when he says it! "Pop,pop" is of course for lollipop. He can say "zu zu pet" and it is too cute! I wrote a least of all the words Cash said at 18-23 months guess I better get started with Cillian I am gonna run out of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy: &lt;/strong&gt;There were kiddos playing in the pool today at the gym--the outdoor pool. Cash and Cillian always want to see the pool before we leave and today was no exception. I think they might have almost jumped in but I wouldn't let 'em get close enough. The kiddos mom was sitting in a chair getting a little vitamin D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for letting me ramble--what I do best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1296941435496391447?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1296941435496391447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1296941435496391447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1296941435496391447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1296941435496391447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7941175289419580767</id><published>2010-04-04T22:15:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:34:28.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2010'/><title type='text'>Easter Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Easter Sunday by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4492144386/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Easter Sunday" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4492144386_760a53759a_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am extremely blessed! My boys are unbelieveable in so many ways. I am so thankful that God chose to give them to me and have me mold them into good Southern God loving men with a little Northern influence, of course. What a job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not a singer at all, but every night I sing songs to Cash. Sometimes songs about our country, sometimes old church hymns that my sister and I use to sing when we played "church" in our living room. This week it has been the old hymns--"Up From the Grave He Arose" and "He Lives". My sweet angel knows the words now and sings right along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cash has been talking about the Easter story all week. I have let him tell me the story in his own words and it is beautiful coming from a 4 year old. At 4 years old, he still comes away with the same ending as I pray we all do.....&lt;strong&gt;HE LIVES&lt;/strong&gt; and guess what..... &lt;strong&gt;HE IS COMING AGAIN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Easter Sunday by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4492218096/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Easter Sunday" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4492218096_695559b90f_o.jpg" width="525" height="787" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It makes me so happy that Cash loves Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Easter by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4491429809/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Easter" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4491429809_93ea88bcb1_o.jpg" width="525" height="787" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so happy God made Cillian the way he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Easter Sunday by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4491539627/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Easter Sunday" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4491539627_e28a80d576_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two of my many Easter blessings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7941175289419580767?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7941175289419580767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7941175289419580767&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7941175289419580767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7941175289419580767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-blessings.html' title='Easter Blessings!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2618682054243584520</id><published>2010-04-03T21:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:20:47.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Egg Hunt Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4488616524/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4488616524_3f14e7945a_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My boys have had a blast this Easter season! We egg hunted last weekend at the factory, decorated a bunny hut, read our favorite Easter stories (including the most important one) and we have eaten lots of candy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As a mom, I strive to create memories for my boys. Sometimes, these memories just happen other times I remember what type of mama I have and go the extra mile. Well, this year it was an Easter Egg Hunt at our house. I wanted to do this last year--now I remember why I didn't--Whew! Lots of work! Anyway, if I wasn't such a party perfectionist it wouldn't be so stressful now would it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend Sabrina and I decided to invite Cash and Zachary's preschool friends to our yard for an egg hunt. They had a blast! Cash was so excited he could hardly contain himself. Cillian was playing in the yard from 9am till everyone left at 1pm. The actual party was at 10am but as LoLo and Papa helped put the party together Cillian played in the sandy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt 2010 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4488716988/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt 2010" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4488716988_f0947c4ae6_o.jpg" width="525" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another post I will provide pictures of the beautiful tulips, the cute candy bar (like we needed that) the Bunny bubble wands and all the details. Sabrina and I had such a good time putting it all together and creating a special day for our boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of the Egg Hunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4487902929/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4487902929_459b66fa13_o.jpg" width="525" height="787" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LoLo and her favorite lil' bunnies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4487995033/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4487995033_fe75142d27_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my favorite Easter dudes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4488656866/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4488656866_2e6ee359d1_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My other favorite party baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog Egg Hunt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4488603626/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Egg Hunt" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4488603626_2d67665d15_o.jpg" width="650" height="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers sharing Easter eggs and  loving each other--just as Jesus wants us too!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love them enormously!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2618682054243584520?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2618682054243584520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2618682054243584520&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2618682054243584520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2618682054243584520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/egg-hunt-fun.html' title='Egg Hunt Fun!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-9180264152681622836</id><published>2010-03-26T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:45:19.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>I just love Cash's friends. They are all so sweet and make a point to talk to "Cash's Mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny how by just random order kids are put together in a preschool class and they all just "work". They have a great deal in common and are all different in their own way. Most importantly they really care about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when Cash talks about his wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash's Preschool Friends by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4466219378/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash's Preschool Friends" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4466219378_4bc04ffcca_o.jpg" width="625" height="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by: Keri Skelton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From left to right: Cash, Alex, Kendall and Loxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is part of Ms. Kathy's preschool class having fun at Loxley's 4th birthday party! Cash loved being at Jump Zone with his friends. It is the first party that he really wasn't concerned with "where Mama was". A little bitter sweet but I knew that he was comfortable hangin' with his friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-9180264152681622836?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9180264152681622836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=9180264152681622836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9180264152681622836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9180264152681622836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2769263288836614060</id><published>2010-03-22T23:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:49:18.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside play'/><title type='text'>Good Dirt</title><content type='html'>I know that we all have tried to stop our children from eating dirt. What is it about toddlers and dirt, anyway? I have never actually tasted dirt, that being said....does dirt have a taste I am missing out on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cillian is just one of those toddlers that will try anything and he does eat just about anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us spent a lovely afternoon outside trying to avoid snack time. Generally, after Cillian wakes up from his nap it is all I can do to keep him out of the kitchen no snacks for him at 4pm is a good dinner for him at 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and I were playing a fun chalk game on the driveway. I wrote all the letters of the alphabet on the driveway in a random pattern. Once I was done the boys had a blast jumping, running and hopping to the letter I called out. Cash would run to the "M" and then Cillian would follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian soon became weary and decided to take a water break. I had brought a large tumbler of water out and it was supported by the mulch on the edge of the driveway. Cash and I carried on with our activity calling out letters and hopping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what made us "check" on Cillian-guess he was a little too quite. Cillian was definitely occupying himself in the dirt/mulch. He was really enjoying himself and seemed to like the taste of the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't enjoy a little good dirt every now and then? Maybe it is not such a good idea to skip snacktime where Cillian is concerned--guess he got me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4456512154/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4456512154_a7ce6b5e55_o.jpg" width="621" height="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2769263288836614060?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2769263288836614060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2769263288836614060&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2769263288836614060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2769263288836614060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-dirt.html' title='Good Dirt'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1984504634408205122</id><published>2010-03-15T23:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:23:47.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn shoot'/><title type='text'>Not My Babies!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been practicing my photography skills as much as I can. However, when the subject is your own babies--you never know what you are gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I offered to do a "newborn shoot" for a friend of mine. She has boys around the same ages as mine and they just added a sweet baby girl to the family. They are all completely gorgeous and since they aren't my babies--they let me take their picture! It was a bit chaotic but it was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know what you think. These are unedited except for a little tweeks, cropping, etc. I would love to do more advance editing (darken the background so the chair doesn't show) on the wooden bowl picture, but it seems to be taking a little too much of my time. I will save that for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4436713551/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4436713551_b39221fc43_o.jpg" width="625" height="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4436734063/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4436734063_bf8c9fbc22_o.jpg" width="625" height="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4436664679/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4436664679_d933598eaf_o.jpg" width="450" height="674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4436760193/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4436760193/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4436760193_7a0b34834a_o.jpg" width="625" height="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4437531250/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4437531250_c2067e3b8b_o.jpg" width="450" height="674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1984504634408205122?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1984504634408205122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1984504634408205122&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1984504634408205122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1984504634408205122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-my-babies.html' title='Not My Babies!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-6538302035800034552</id><published>2010-03-08T20:50:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:18:50.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>Before--After</title><content type='html'>This is my sweet adorable 20 month old --- Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Hair Before Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418140435/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hair Before Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4418140435_516c324bfa_o.jpg" width="590" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Most little ladies would love to have gorgeous hair like this, flowing long on their shoulders, pigtails and all. Most mothers would cringe everytime they brushed this stringy tangled hair. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Edited Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418915758/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edited Blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4418915758_8382027c0d_o.jpg" width="450" height="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian's hair is who he is---goofy, stubborn, messy, and full of energetic life! My bundle of love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like as soon as the hair comes off--the baby is a totally different toddler. Technically, Cillian became a toddler when he turned 1, however I feel like in the hours since he has had a "big boy" haircut he has truly become a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Edited Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418162655/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edited Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4418162655_1d440443d7_o.jpg" width="450" height="674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian didn't miss a beat. I said "let's go get a haircut!" and he knew exactly what I meant and repeated what I had said.&lt;br /&gt; He didn't miss a beat as Greg put him in the chair and he didn't miss a beat as the stylist put the smock around his neck. Oh, he didn't miss a beat when she offered him a pop-pop, either! Cillian always being concerned about Cash even offered him the extra pop-pop he had grabbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418188851/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edit Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4418188851_13b83af48b_o.jpg" width="590" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418203937/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edit Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4418203937_f0eb1fc0b3_o.jpg" width="590" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cillian followed every instruction he was given. I guess you could say he was a dream client!! I am not so sure the stylist thought I was a dream client---I love my boys with long hair and what can I say--I was a little nervous. Cillian doesn't even know the meaning of nervous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once we got home, I put Cillian in front of the mirror and pointed. I said "haircut". Once he focused on himself in the mirror and not me he touched his hair and said "haircut!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash informed us, "Cillian looks so different doesn't he Mama?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He does look different and even though I feel like he immediately got older--he is still my wonderful, smiling, giggling, incredible --- CILLIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Blog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4418213149/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Edit Blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4418213149_7b95d602d8_o.jpg" width="450" height="674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-6538302035800034552?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6538302035800034552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=6538302035800034552&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6538302035800034552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6538302035800034552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/before-after.html' title='Before--After'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2665090425751635989</id><published>2010-03-04T14:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:12:17.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Love it!</title><content type='html'>I am real catalog junkie--I really always have been since I was little. I can recall dreaming over the JC Penney toy catalog growing up. When Cash gets toy catalogs we browse the pages talking about all the different items and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailman probably wonders how much junk we have...mmm we do have a lot but not from ordering from catalogs. I get at least 2 catalogs a day in the mail depending on the season a whole boxful!! I really just enjoy winding down, daydreaming sometimes, looking at the pictures, photography I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.exposuresonline.com"&gt;Exposures&lt;/a&gt; catalog. It is a catalog that has storage solutions for pictures, picture albums, frames and a whole slew of fun personalized picture items. I have ordered maybe twice in 5 years but I do like looking through the catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this &lt;a href="http://www.exposuresonline.com/ExposuresOnline/Shopping/ProductDetail.aspx?CID=Gift+Ideas&amp;amp;SCID=Photo+Gifts&amp;amp;CollectionID=DC0000661&amp;amp;num=144"&gt;New item&lt;/a&gt; caught my eye. OMG---is it not the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a certified birthday party nut--&lt;strong&gt;I think it is absolutely better than a latte!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S5AfOOmrGGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dRlg8XQABe4/s1600-h/ExposuresFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444886278789863522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S5AfOOmrGGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dRlg8XQABe4/s400/ExposuresFlag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2665090425751635989?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2665090425751635989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2665090425751635989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2665090425751635989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2665090425751635989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-it.html' title='Love it!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S5AfOOmrGGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dRlg8XQABe4/s72-c/ExposuresFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1373230238328540497</id><published>2010-03-03T09:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:31:00.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>March Flip Flopping</title><content type='html'>March is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me when the calendar turns to March 1st that means it is time to break out the flip flops. Goodbye winter shoes----hello pretty toes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. The weather still flip flops a lot here in Tennessee we get a lot of great "spring fever" days and then like yesterday it is snowing. Well, that is alright with me because I still line my flops up and slip my un-pedicured toes into them with a big smile on my face. &lt;em&gt;(next on the list, pedicure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  few of my favorite things about March is ditching the winter stuff, along with my mom's birthday on the 6th, remembering my sister on her birthday the 16th, wishing my friend Anissa that shares my sister's birthday a happy day and getting outside and staying there until after 5pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome March--I am so happy to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1373230238328540497?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1373230238328540497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1373230238328540497&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1373230238328540497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1373230238328540497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-flip-flopping.html' title='March Flip Flopping'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4655445292056986044</id><published>2010-03-01T20:22:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:11:39.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Gettin' My Groove Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cb2.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444130123067727474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S41vgLB0nnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-958Yt0Gx1I/s400/parloursofatabfloorlampSC10.jpeg" /&gt; CB2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel like it has taken me forever or maybe it has just been a confidence thing, but I am getting my decorating groove back! Thank goodness, I was beginning to feel like I had lost my touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be making a big deal about my decorating skills if it hasn't been years (I mean years) since I have really felt like I wasn't second guessing myself on every decision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have always been a bright color decorator. Yellow sofas, red walls, gorgeous modern floral print draperies bringing it all together. Well. I am sick of it. I have actually had the same set-up in 2 house so guess it is ok to be over it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had to make decisions based on these yellow sofas. Would I love new? Of course! But, with 2 little boys running around might be smart to keep 'em! So, what can I do with yellow--funny, about 6 months ago I told Greg "how 'bout gray walls?" He didn't have a whole lot to say but I convinced him that the room would be so much larger and if we paint our ugly brick fireplace white--it would be Fabulous!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess I am better than I give myself credit for. Gray and yellow are everywhere--have you noticed? Crate and Barrel, West Elm, CB2, dishes, bedding, magazine layouts.......if you haven't I bet you will now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, we painted everything a fantastic, stunning gray (Behr Gentle Rain)  in our family room, white fireplace--now just a few finishing touches. I promise to show pictures soon, but I GOT IT BACK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess I should have never second guessed myself when all I see is gray and yellow--everywhere. It makes Greg happy because that means we don't have to buy new furniture--I am making it work! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(below picture is from Crate and Barrel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S4x6qTwS0FI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1-UPX_Ugavg/s1600-h/TailorSofaEraAccentTblsSC10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443860916860014674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S4x6qTwS0FI/AAAAAAAAAcs/1-UPX_Ugavg/s400/TailorSofaEraAccentTblsSC10.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S4x5rKjiUPI/AAAAAAAAAck/wh_DGDbH2dA/s1600-h/West+Elm+Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443859832058826994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S4x5rKjiUPI/AAAAAAAAAck/wh_DGDbH2dA/s400/West+Elm+Chair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.westelm.com"&gt;West Elm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4655445292056986044?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4655445292056986044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4655445292056986044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4655445292056986044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4655445292056986044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/gettin-my-groove-back.html' title='Gettin&apos; My Groove Back!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/S41vgLB0nnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-958Yt0Gx1I/s72-c/parloursofatabfloorlampSC10.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-6493919518818177410</id><published>2010-02-21T21:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:20:19.649-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who are you'/><title type='text'>Columbia, SC ??</title><content type='html'>While I know most of you out there that frequent my blog....there are a few that I do not know! Of course, I can't know everyone, but it is always nice to know who is out there looking at your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to leave a comment on the blogs of everyone I read. If I don't do it immediately I try to go back and let them know I was there--&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courteous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whoever is out there in the gorgeous state of SC that is continuously (15 times a day) on my blog---please leave a comment. I would love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you other bloggers--can you sense my irritation (seriously 15 times-check out the Feedit for yourself)--does this kind of stuff bother you in your own blog world and how do you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would love to hear from you ALL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Side note: This is not a post about getting comments--it is a post about blog stalking and being nice. I only post maybe 1-2 times a week. No need for someone to be on my blog every 2-3 hours every single day whether I post new or not---a little crazy--don't ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-6493919518818177410?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6493919518818177410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=6493919518818177410&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6493919518818177410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6493919518818177410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/columbia-sc.html' title='Columbia, SC ??'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7990077024433315676</id><published>2010-02-18T22:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:04:23.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and pj&apos;s'/><title type='text'>GQ to PJ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EBlog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4368997299/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EBlog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4368997299_a0133734d8_o.jpg" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash is really a fashion savvy 4 year old. He picks out his outfits pretty much whenever we go out. It can be extreme let me tell ya! We went to &lt;a href="http://thebrewhaus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam's&lt;/a&gt; birthday party last week and Cash said, "I want to look nice, Mama!" So, Cash proceeded to put on a nice brown corduroy jon-jon number with a cream turtle neck. I would have to agree--he did look nice!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, let's talk about the other extreme. The extreme where I think to myself "why don't I just buy pj's and nothing else? The above photo was taken this afternoon after nap time--he enjoys being comfortable. Guess I can't blame him for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today Cash had on 4 different sets of Pj's. This is why if you enter my home you will find various Pj tops/bottoms scattered on the floor in almost every room. He went to bed last night in green and walked into my bedroom with white footie Pj's on this morning. Seriously, as soon as he wakes up he is already thinking about what he has on and changing clothes--Whew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I asked Cash this morning why he changed Pj's he explained that it felt better to have on a fresh pair. I totally see where he is coming from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I laugh -- just laugh at his clothes obsession! When I do the laundry, I laugh. When I step on pj's getting out of bed, I laugh. When I trip on an endless number of shirts walking down the hall, I laugh. It really is very funny and cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love Cash's sense of style--who am I to hold him back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and it is just easier to let him change to his heart's content and wear whatever he is in the mood to wear!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7990077024433315676?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7990077024433315676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7990077024433315676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7990077024433315676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7990077024433315676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/gq-to-pjs.html' title='GQ to PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3300722100799167349</id><published>2010-02-12T20:30:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:00:59.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>My Special Valentine!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a day that everyone around here has been anxiously waiting. Cash's 1st ever preschool program!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be his first "stage" performance but I have a feeling that every time he performs I will be just as excited and proud as the first. I couldn't have been more proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash was in the zone when I saw him outside the chapel before the program. He was lined up with his classmates and he gave me a cute little smirk as he saw me walk up with my camera. I waved to him and then said, "I love you!" Making sure he was on his best program behavior he responded, "I love you!" with his face turned toward the teachers. He was so cute and really concentrating on what he was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those moms that cry when other people's children perform so you know that I started crying as all the preschoolers walked with their hands behind their backs onto the stage. Of course, when they started singing "Jesus Loves Me" and I saw Cash with his mouth open wide in praise---yes, the tears flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over it pretty quickly so I could concentrate on Cash and also take pictures. He quickly saw me, Daddy, Lolo, Papa and Cillian on the second row waving to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian was proud of big brother. He waved and imitated the hand movements that Cash did the whole performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and his classmates sang "Jesus Loves Me", "Jesus Loves the Little Children", "We Love You Lord" and a couple other songs. Cash did a fantastic job and was just beaming the entire performance. I was so proud of him and I beamed the entire perfomance, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a heart warming way to say&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Happy Valentine's Day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EBlog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4352046689/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EBlog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4352046689_559fd62d40_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EBlog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4352807784/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EBlog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4352807784_db0a52b42c_o.jpg" width="575" height="533" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="PBlog by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4352819326/"&gt;&lt;img alt="PBlog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4352819326_d83fb0f615.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cash you were so cute today. I love that you have been excited about this day for the last couple of weeks. I love that you have been singing your program songs around the house. I love that when I said how proud I am of you...you said, "Yeah, I am proud of myself, too!" I am so honored and blessed that you are MY special Valentine! --Mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3300722100799167349?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3300722100799167349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3300722100799167349&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3300722100799167349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3300722100799167349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-special-valentine.html' title='My Special Valentine!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4352819326_d83fb0f615_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7818675222560969445</id><published>2010-02-02T21:10:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:44:44.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Tired?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EB by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4327045550/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EB" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2705/4327045550_38e7f6c729_o.jpg" width="425" height="590" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not sure how bathtime goes at you house, but at our house it is generally a crazy time. I have been putting the boys in the bath before dinner because Cillian gets rather hungry anywhere between 4-4:15pm and bathtime helps get his mind off his tummy. We generally eat around 5:15 or 5:30 at the latest. So, bathtime has become a playtime for us and they hang out in the tub and flood the bathroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once out of the tub, two adorable naked boys run all over the house (knowing they are cute) giggling and bursting with new found energy. Well, not this night--guess they were tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EB by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4327019464/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EB" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4327019464_3380ba83c7_o.jpg" width="425" height="594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could they be tired? I am sure sledding in the snow, building snowmen and throwing snowballs all morning not to mention just the pure excitement of snow--couldn't possibly be tiring at all!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash and Cillian can be running up and down the hall or lying on our bed.....absolutely adorable and so kissable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I won't catch them in this type of "action" very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="EB by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4327031980/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EB" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4327031980_d82eeb2d6c_o.jpg" width="650" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh, I just love these clean cuties!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7818675222560969445?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7818675222560969445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7818675222560969445&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7818675222560969445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7818675222560969445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title='Tired?'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2355489981400649359</id><published>2010-01-30T14:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:20:54.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow 2010'/><title type='text'>"Knooo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4316147621/"&gt;&lt;img alt="E1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4316147621_a91c9d8520_o.jpg" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Knooo, knooo!" Cillian exclaims as he looked out the window this morning. He actually kinda says the "s" either way it is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash excitedly announced the snow at 4:30am to me as I squinted out the window. I informed him that it was still night time and very cold outside. I finally calmed him down and convinced him that after breakfast would be a great time to play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say he dressed himself rather quickly--putting on layer after layer (his normal thing, anyway). Cash also helped me get Cillian prepared and I was surprised that we were all ready pretty quickly and easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we slipped out onto the 6 inches of snow, we realized that we were walking on ice. Actually, made it quiet nice because our feet weren't covered with snow. I think there were a couple of inches of ice on top of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, great for sledding!! I pulled them up the driveway, out into the desserted road, down the driveway and all over the yard--hardly even making tracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little hill that starts at the pool fence and goes down to the back yard--perfect. Cash would hop in the sled at the top of the hill, I would give him a little push and that is all he needed to slip down the hill--barely missing trees along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the neighbors came out and Max brought out a long surf board like thing that was made for the snow. I took my turn on it pushing off on my belly and man! I went---took a left turn at the big tree and slammed into the fence. For some reason, Max didn't seem to go as fast as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash decided another time would be better for him to go down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cillian occupied himself eating ice. He would pick up huge chunks and stuff it in his mouth. At one point, he even tried to put some in our bag and I guess save it for later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time-we didn't get too cold and it was just perfect. Lots of laughs and lots of smiles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you believe I set the timer on my camera and got an ok pic of the three of us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="SnowDay 2010 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4316339561/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SnowDay 2010" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4316339561_530ea04530_o.jpg" width="675" height="595" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2355489981400649359?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2355489981400649359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2355489981400649359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2355489981400649359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2355489981400649359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/knooo.html' title='&quot;Knooo&quot;'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-920808861221116226</id><published>2010-01-28T21:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:01:29.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><title type='text'>My Little Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4312408249/"&gt;&lt;img alt="E2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4312408249_8202b94c20_o.jpg" width="399" height="684" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash hates being my photography model. I seem to always get interesting pictures because I never know what kind of face he is gonna give me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We played around at a train depot one day and I played with my camera. As I look back on the pictures, I found this one--too funny!! I added a sephia tone and played around with the look of it a little. It was a very cloudy day and I had my ISO bumped up so it is very grainy--but fitting!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am not quite sure what the whole "stickin' out his tongue" thing was. I just think it is cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-920808861221116226?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/920808861221116226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=920808861221116226&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/920808861221116226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/920808861221116226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-model.html' title='My Little Model'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5114164122901661124</id><published>2010-01-25T06:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:03:00.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Angels!!</title><content type='html'>We talk a lot about Angels around here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels are always watching, angels all around......angels watching over me!! I love that Cash thinks instantly about making snow angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Snow Angel by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4301987877/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow Angel" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4301987877_d82f834096_o.jpg" width="365" height="547" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am always reassured--no matter where I am--no matter what I do-- I have an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Grant's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1jdlsw08p0"&gt;Angels Watching Over Me&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5114164122901661124?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5114164122901661124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5114164122901661124&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5114164122901661124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5114164122901661124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels.html' title='Angels!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8073148213689644999</id><published>2010-01-07T06:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:04:00.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash shaving'/><title type='text'>Shaving Already!</title><content type='html'>Well, I told you my Cash was growing up way too fast! He is already shaving can you believe it-doing a great job at it, too I might add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa gave Cash another great bath gift. Cash was super excited when he opened his shaving kit from Santa. He jumped into the bathtub the day after Christmas and wasted no time grooming himself. The kit was complete with razor, shaving foam, mirror, comb, and brush thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash seemed like he had been shaving his whole 4 years. He was all smiles and absolutely the cutest young preschooler I have ever seen with a pretend razor in his hand. The great thing is the shaving foam is really soap. What a fun way to get clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty funny when he hiked his skinny little hairless leg on the side of the tub to give "shaving his leg" a try!! He was excited to be like Daddy, but hooray for me--he sure didn't forgot about Mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash Shaving E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4250314592/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash Shaving E1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4250314592_a97d390306_o.jpg" width="585" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8073148213689644999?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8073148213689644999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8073148213689644999&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8073148213689644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8073148213689644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/shaving-already.html' title='Shaving Already!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-9034967276698151029</id><published>2010-01-06T06:33:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:33:00.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st Bubble bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Brothers in the Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bath Boys E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4248410843/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bath Boys E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4248410843_2617785512_o.jpg" width="535" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cillian enjoys taking a bath. All we have to say is "Cillian, want to take a bath?" and he beelines to the bathroom saying "Baf,Baf" over and over! I love watching him and Cash splash and play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water on Cillian's face results in giggles and squeals--water on Cash's face exudes whining! Cash thinks it is hiliarous to pour water on Cillian's head. I think it is great that Cillian doesn't want him to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sweet brothers couldn't wait to jump in the tub and play with the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/182-2088118-3124112?asin=B0016A7O5C&amp;amp;afid=yahoossplp&amp;amp;CPNG=toys=&amp;amp;lnm=B0016A7O5CKid_Kleen_Bath_Blizzard&amp;amp;ref=tgt_adv_XSMG1060"&gt;Bath Blizzard&lt;/a&gt; that Santa left for them. I have to say that it is a fantastic gift--Santa sure is smart. I almost got it out the other night for my bubble bath. The Blizzard makes endless bubbles and endless laughter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian didn't know what to think about the continuous bubbles....it was his &lt;strong&gt;1st Bubble Bath&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's 1st Bubble Bath-Resized by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4249522813/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian's 1st Bubble Bath-Resized" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4249522813_a21fcce83b_o.jpg" width="575" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bath Boys E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4249210240/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bath Boys E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2728/4249210240_171d47b306_o.jpg" width="356" height="535" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bath Babies E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4249194464/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bath Babies E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/4249194464_aec411b8e1_o.jpg" width="535" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-9034967276698151029?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9034967276698151029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=9034967276698151029&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9034967276698151029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9034967276698151029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/brothers-in-bath.html' title='Brothers in the Bath'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-978160483903326678</id><published>2009-12-29T14:02:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:54:54.497-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash is 4'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday, Cash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash's First Day by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4225620037/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash's First Day" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4225620037_6d520f7c56_o.jpg" width="525" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 29, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, my wonderful blessing is 4! I cannot believe that Cash has been in this world such a short 4 years and yet at the same time a really fast 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just the other day I told him, "I don't want you to get any bigger." He lovingly responded, "Just don't think about it, Mama. Think about something else......like Christmas!" Although he is getting bigger every minute right before my eyes I continue to have him reassure me that he will always be my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cash really is an amazing young lad. Seems everywhere we go someone always asks, "How old is he?" Generally, they ask after they have heard him speak. I have to say he talks like he is 10--kinda makes me sad but at the same time proud. He has nice manners and exceptional language skills where his pronunciation is dead on. I can't believe how quickly he outgrew "baby talk" seems he just skipped that phase altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I have been looking back on his first year pictures, second year pictures and of course pictures from this past year. He and I actually browsed them together and it was fun to show him the first time he rode in Daddy's truck from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The picture below is one of my favorites. The boppy was a lifesaver and it seems like just yesterday I was distraught over weaning him. I could rock him forever and would happily rock him in the middle of the night and never rush it. I can honestly say I cherished those late nights/early mornings--I knew that it wouldn't be long and he would be 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash's First Week by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4246120885/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash's First Week" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4246120885_2c75a2e2d6_o.jpg" width="535" height="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brand New things are happening by the minute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash loves dressing himself (4-5 layers at least), loves playing dress-up, adores his cowboy boots, always wants to be the first to open his brother's door in the morning or after nap, Cash is the best big brother, enjoys tumbling and running, likes to go to dinner, doesn't like to eat, loves to use scissors and getting very brave about everything he does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4--I can't think about it too much! It really is crazy. Thoughts have been running through my head of the "mother/son" dance at his wedding--STOP! I just want to make sure I remember everything about the last 4 years so I can tell it all to him and the next 25 to him during that 10min. dance (gonna make sure it is a long song!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as you can read.....I am a very proud mother. We still do our "catch a kiss" game everynight and I tell him that "I love you more than you could ever imagine" well, I added a new line to that one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you more than &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; could ever imagine!" Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash Too Big! E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4246911186/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash Too Big! E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4246911186_b75acc0106_o.jpg" width="575" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-978160483903326678?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/978160483903326678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=978160483903326678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/978160483903326678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/978160483903326678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-4th-birthday-cash.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday, Cash!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8364258818514844046</id><published>2009-12-26T20:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:57:26.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Day 2009'/><title type='text'>Lots of Christmas Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Christmas Love by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4230366690/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Love" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4230366690_3746829aa9_o.jpg" width="535" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a great deal of Christmas love around our house this year. Love for each other, love for Baby Jesus, and love for all the fun gifts from Santa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our tradition of sharing Christmas Eve dinner with LoLo and Papa proved to be full of laughter and good food. My sister and I always got to open 1 present on Christmas Eve and Cash and Cillian were so excited to kick off the gift opening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash loved running around giving Christmas tickets to everyone with his police officer helmet making him official. We all enjoyed watching Cillian open his fire truck. He couldn't even wait to get it out of the package before he began pushing it around. The best part his hearing him say "fire tuk" over and over and over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash and Papa checked the computer and kept us updated on Santa's whereabouts! Santa was getting pretty close so we had to hurry, put on pj's and drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Christmas Eve 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4230415638/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Eve 2009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4230415638_84ee4a117a.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was so much to do once we got home. Cash had to prepare for Santa's arrival. He sat out snacks for everyone--reindeer food and cookies for Santa. Of course, Cash had to test Santa's cookies and milk. He decided that they were tasty and Santa would be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys were so excited for Santa to come. Even though Cillian didn't quite "get it" he could feel the excitement and loved opening present and watching Cash. Cash had a million questions about Santa coming down the chimney and was relieved that he had inspected the fireplace on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Christmas Eve 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4230455668/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Eve 2009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4230455668_725529b29c_o.jpg" width="535" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash woke up Christmas morning at 4:30am. He was so excited he couldn't contain himself. He and I spent the next couple of hours in his bed talking and we finally feel asleep and the woke for the second time around 7:45am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Cash peeked into the family room, Greg and I heard him "gasp". Cash didn't know what to look at first. He and Cillian both got lots of fun things that they can play with together. Cash loved looking at his toys and then was excited to see that Cillian got lots of fire truck gifts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once Cillian joined us the attention was on Baby Jesus. I had Greg make a manger and I placed Baby Jesus in it so that we could rejoice over the true meaning of the day. Cillian loved Baby Jesus and couldn't stop looking in the manger and since Greg made the manger rather large.....Cillian got to hang out with Baby Jesus right in the manger!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas morning with lots of love and Cash reminded us several times that day and the days that followed.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Christmas isn't about all the presents, it isn't about the toys, it isn't about the candy, it is about Baby Jesus. Jesus is God's only Son!" Cash O'Brien 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Christmas Day 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4229698711/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Day 2009" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4229698711_bd3d2bbf9c_o.jpg" width="535" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8364258818514844046?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8364258818514844046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8364258818514844046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8364258818514844046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8364258818514844046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-of-christmas-love.html' title='Lots of Christmas Love!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4230415638_84ee4a117a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-6087286173341817935</id><published>2009-12-24T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:55:58.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas card 2009'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Christmas 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4211147805/"&gt;&lt;img height="428" alt="Christmas 2009" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4211147805_54d06ab6b1_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-6087286173341817935?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6087286173341817935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=6087286173341817935&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6087286173341817935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6087286173341817935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3416778952801956391</id><published>2009-12-10T21:06:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:17:25.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Parade of Hats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, if you haven't noticed parades are a big deal around here. Especially parades that involve stuffing your pockets (and little mouths) full of candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is nothing better than the excitement of 4 cutie pies at a good 'ol hometown Christmas parade. Oh, except for their hats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend we went to the Franklin Christmas parade with our good friends The Brewers. The boys were full of energy and ready for the candy throwing, anxious about Santa and dressed ever so fashionably! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wear your best hat was the unplanned theme of the day or in Cash's case bring many of your "best" hats just in case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some photos of the boys all decked out and ready for the marching bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash at the Parade!E3 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4175842584/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash at the Parade!E3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2736/4175842584_0b148b0a0d_o.jpg" width="525" height="787" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cash in Hat #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ZB at Christmas Parage 2009 E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4175088969/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ZB at Christmas Parage 2009 E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4175088969_9cd3290d9c_o.jpg" width="595" height="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zachary looking dapper in a variety of color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Ab Christmas Parade 2009 E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4175094407/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ab Christmas Parade 2009 E1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4175094407_ba9d0a2770_o.jpg" width="595" height="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adam keeping his ears warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian Christmas parade by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4189359142/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian Christmas parade" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4189359142_82c5a4e7b8_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cillian snackin' in his Santa hat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The parade seemed a lot longer this year-check out last year's parade &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parade.html"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;. It might have been longer because last year was Cash's 1st and he was super excited. This year he was just as excited but since he had experienced it already he knew what to expect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All the Boy Scouts would come by and personally hand the boys candy. We all had our pockets full of candy. I made the mistake of giving Cillian a tootsie roll--his teeth were covered for the afternoon. Cillian loved waving to everyone and clapping for the marching bands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash and his best buddy shouted Christmas cheer to everyone as they passed. When they saw Santa they excitedly waved and yelled, &lt;strong&gt;"Merry Christmas!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash and Cillian Christmas Parade 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4173086489/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash and Cillian Christmas Parade 2009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4173086489_245f8bd4a7_o.jpg" width="595" height="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My cuties in their hats!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Notice Cillian's teeth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3416778952801956391?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3416778952801956391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3416778952801956391&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3416778952801956391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3416778952801956391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/parade-of-hats.html' title='Parade of Hats!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5682089352415766165</id><published>2009-12-02T20:42:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:16:20.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian milestone'/><title type='text'>Cillian is 18 months!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that Cillian is 18months. Amazing!! The only word that I can think of to describe my sweet, cuddly, giggly, adorable, super cute baby. Well, I guess I thought of other words but still.......amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so full of tremendous love for my cutie pie, Cillian. He has the best attitude and he is always smiling, laughing and running around. I love his little walk and when he runs----just melts my heart. I fall in love with him a million times a day and his personality is electrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian is talking up a beautiful rain shower! There isn't a word he won't say. He can spot a firetruck and let us know a mile away although sometimes it is just a red truck! Snowman is becoming a popular word right now as well as "wow"!!  Oh, if you ask him something and he doesn't want to do it, he shakes his head and says, "nah, nah" --very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like Cillian!! I wish everyone could meet him. My words don't do him justice. All I can say is: AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian 18 Months! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4153936719/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian 18 Months!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4153936719_5021816198_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"For I am fearfully and wonderfully made...." Psalm 139:14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5682089352415766165?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5682089352415766165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5682089352415766165&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5682089352415766165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5682089352415766165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/cillian-is-18-months.html' title='Cillian is 18 months!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5961356810833913544</id><published>2009-12-01T21:19:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:48:43.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our family spent the Thanksgiving holiday in New York and New Jersey with family and friends. First on the agenda, exploring the city's hustle and bustle! Our tour guide (Uncle Donald) weaved us in and out of some of the city's "must sees" on Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The New York Public Library was exquisite in architecture and history. I almost had to ice skate with Cash at Bryant Park--luckily I put that off until next year! The windows of all the department stores definitely got us all in the Christmas spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="NYC Public Library by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4151379381/"&gt;&lt;img alt="NYC Public Library" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4151379381_2caa8bf7dd_o.jpg" width="575" height="431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our group on Tuesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Greg, Cash, Cillian, Gram, Emily and Grandpa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second on our agenda, the five of us (Cash, Cillian, Me and Greg, and our guide Uncle Donald) spent Wednesday strolling through the&lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/"&gt; Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt; and taking a peek at the parade balloons before they were filled. I think Cash's favorite part of the day was undoubtedly &lt;a href="http://www.dylanscandybar.com/"&gt;Dylan's Candy Bar&lt;/a&gt;. When choosing between dinosaurs and candy.......well, let's just say that Cash loves candy and dinosaurs will be awesome when he is 7 or 8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Thanksgiving by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4151468157/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thanksgiving" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/4151468157_669ed7b530_o.jpg" width="575" height="431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg and I checking out the parade balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Dylan's Candy Bar by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4151510893/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dylan's Candy Bar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4151510893_4307583417_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dylan's Candy Bar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were all up with the pigeons on Thanksgiving morning. I asked Cash at 6:30am if he really wanted to go to the Pollard's (my good friend Anissa, her sweet husband and cute girls) hotel room and watch the parade. Of course he jump up and got dressed like lightening! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While our hotel was on the parade route the Pollard's hotel view was priceless. The kiddos ran from window to window getting the best views of the parade all the while staying warm and avoiding the parade chaos!! The parents got to visit and enjoy watching our babies jump on beds and yell at the top of their lungs to Santa as he passed---"We love you, Santa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Watching the parade by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4152285078/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Watching the parade" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2767/4152285078_49e7d64c72_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cash and Cillian mesmerized by the view!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the parade, we packed up and left the city for New Jersey. Next on the agenda, turkey at Gram and Grandpa's house. The whole family was there to greet us as this was the first time Cillian has been introduced to the clan. It has been 2 years since the last Thanksgiving trip and Cillian was still cookin'!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a fabulous time visiting with the entire family. Although, I have to say toward the end of the trip it hit---you know the out of our routine, no sleep, no naps, different bed --boy did it hit! I think I am still recovering and so are the boys. Cash is a lot like his mama....."I am glad to be home, Mama!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks to Gram and Grandpa for a wonderful visit and a memorable &lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving 2009&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Gram and Grandpa by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4152319864/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gram and Grandpa" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4152319864_1a3aac8540_o.jpg" width="575" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5961356810833913544?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5961356810833913544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5961356810833913544&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5961356810833913544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5961356810833913544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-455974202339709899</id><published>2009-11-15T20:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:02:29.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Timeless Traditions</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better than creating traditions with your family. My mind is always spinning trying to come up with new traditions, making memories and creating special moments for my boys. This Christmas is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our traditions for the holidays include: baking cookies, opening one present on Christmas eve, driving around looking at Christmas lights, reading the Christmas story and I am sure I am leaving some out. This year I have been on a search for a new tradition---Found It and Done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I left to take pictures for my friend who had her first baby at 11:34am--I left instructions for the boys. Go to Home Depot.  Build a manger. I figured I would give them a task since I was gonna be gone most of the day and what better way than to help me along in making my new tradition a reality, early too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from a wonderful day with a newborn, my manger had been built!! Curious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new tradition will help us to remember why we celebrate Christmas. Not all the presents under the tree, not the food, not the candy--but the true reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash loves that it is Jesus' birthday. He asked me the sweetest question the other night when we were talking about Jesus' birthday and Christmas. "Mama, will we get to go to Jesus' birthday party?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly hold back the tears as I let him know that we would definitely have a party for baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the manger and our new tradition.... the manger will reside by our Christmas tree and every night we will place a little hay in it in anticipation of the Baby Jesus. On Christmas morning the boys will find the Baby Jesus lying in the manger just as he did so many years ago on that very special 1st Christmas. Could there be a better gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash was so excited about the manger that he was screaming Jesus' name outside, climbing in the manger---pure child excitement. I think he wanted Jesus to be in there immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find the perfect doll to represent our King. I can already tell that Cash will be more excited about seeing the manger on Christmas morning than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share your new Christmas tradition for this year and also share your favorite traditions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always searching for new ideas. You can never have enough traditions!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-455974202339709899?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/455974202339709899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=455974202339709899&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/455974202339709899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/455974202339709899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/timeless-traditions.html' title='Timeless Traditions'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7515965194598878527</id><published>2009-11-03T21:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:00:49.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween 2009'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>I going to mark October 31, 2009 as one of the best days our family has ever had. We had a tremendous amount of fun, laughed a lot, and the boys were in their costumes all day long. Actually, Cash and Cillian have been in their costumes a lot in the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has been full of pumpkin patches, festivals, pumpkins at school, Halloween party at a friend's, cookie decorating--seriously the list goes on and on. Oh, and so does my October picture file on my computer. I really filled it up this month. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on to the fantastic holiday we had at the O'Brien household. Everyone was in a great mood. Cash and Cillian were all giggly and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian's first trick or treat experience was incredibly memorable. Greg and I walked over to the neighbor's house with Cash, Cillian, LoLo and Papa. Cillian was so cute walking through the grass--seemed like he knew what he was doing. When everyone had their cameras ready Cash and Cillian walked up to the door. It was so funny and super sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors had a candy bowl that greeted them spookily--my boys didn't miss a beat. They were all smiles while both of them helped themselves to the goodies. There was a party inside but it wasn't long until everyone was outside looking at the cutest little spooks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian, not a veteran candy eater, somehow knew to hand me his little Hersey bar to open. He was eating chocolate within minutes of grabbing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night began, Cillian set off on his quest for treats. I am not sure how he knew what to do but by the 2nd house we went to......he was picking exactly what he wanted. At one point, he grabbed an orange tootsie pop of course it went right in his mouth paper and all. I finally gave in and unwrapped it. He loved it but slobber was everywhere. Don't ya know everything is better when there is messy slobbler involved and that was ok with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Cillian home early. As soon as I walked him in the house he sat right down and dumped his bucket out and proudly handed LoLo and Papa his treats. My words cannot express how adorable my little scarecrow was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's 1st Trick or Treat Adventure by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4074159406/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian's 1st Trick or Treat Adventure" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/4074159406_3a48ef63ec_o.jpg" width="573" height="573" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cash was in the zone. He was all about trick or treating and was so very polite doing it. "Trick or Treat" was always the first thing he said followed by "Happy Halloween" and "Have a good night." My, my candy sure does bring out good manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly believe that at one point he looked at me and said, "Mama, I am ready to go home." He was excited to spread out a blanket on the floor and dump all the yummies out. His Halloween bucket was so full, in fact we had transferred some of his candy into Cillian's so that it wouldn't be too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash Trick or Treating 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4073440547/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cash Trick or Treating 2009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/4073440547_dbd5ab99a0_o.jpg" width="545" height="545" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When we got home and shared our experience with LoLo and Papa, Cash graciously handed out treats to all of us. We all commented how when we were little it always seemed like our stash lasted until Easter and was so much more than it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2009 excitement just cannot be beat!! The smiles and laughter of "Buzz" and "Little Scarecrow" was priceless. I loved watching them trick or treat together and seeing the joy when they received their treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that October 31, 2009 was the best day? I am having the most wonderful time being their mama--WONDERFUL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7515965194598878527?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7515965194598878527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7515965194598878527&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7515965194598878527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7515965194598878527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-6737163388411285644</id><published>2009-11-02T15:31:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:55:29.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Fest'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fest 2009</title><content type='html'>Downtown Franklin has festivals throughout the year and in the Fall is Pumpkin Fest. Our church sponsors a children's zone and there are all kinds of characters walking the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Cash and Cillian (aka Buzz Lightyear and Scarecrow) were so excited. As we walked down the street everyone just oooohed and ahhhed over "Buzz" and the "Scarecrow"--I mean seriously it was super cute the way everyone made a fuss over my cutie pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Irish dancers, cloggers, listened to Bluegrass music watched Cash play carnival games and ate yummy fattening festival food. Cillian had a grand time as we sat on the side of the street and ate our food and commented on all the different costumes. Cash liked the Star Wars characters the best while Cillian enjoyed a conversation with the Wizard of Oz Scarecrow and a nice green thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were definitly in their element. Cillian loved strolling down the street with all the other people and Cash just beamed at his new found fame! Everyone loved Buzz and "oh, how sweet!" over the cutest little scarecrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed home a little late for naps but just in time for a quick catnap before more Halloween excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic fall day we really had the best time ever at the festival--wonderfully memorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Picnik collage E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4066561509/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picnik collage E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/4066561509_36e19c39ed_o.jpg" width="525" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-6737163388411285644?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6737163388411285644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=6737163388411285644&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6737163388411285644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6737163388411285644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-fest-2009.html' title='Pumpkin Fest 2009'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3310549020616072772</id><published>2009-10-26T15:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:29:22.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween &apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s bucket'/><title type='text'>Cillian's Halloween Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's Halloween Bucket by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4047787624/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian's Halloween Bucket" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4047787624_82c95ec8c4_o.jpg" width="600" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't it cute--too cute? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, my love for paper has paid off. I am not into scraping, but I love all the paper. The last time I was in Hobby Lobby I bought some cute Halloween paper--just because it was so fun. At the time, I wasn't sure what I was gonna do with it actually I had planned on monogramming pumpkins but haven't gotten around to that, yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, I pulled out my &lt;a href="http://www.plaidonline.com/apmp.asp"&gt;modge podge&lt;/a&gt;, my pretty paper and went to the garage to find all the wonderful galvanized buckets that I had purchased last Halloween. Cowboy Cash carried a galvanized bucket last Halloween with a bandana wrap around the handle and of course I think I bought 5 extra buckets!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The idea came when I saw some adorable bucket like this&lt;a href="http://www.presentsforpurpose.com/shop/product_info.php?products_id=334"&gt; one&lt;/a&gt; at a local store. They were really fun but at $32 at my local store--I knew I could make a better one!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All I did was get my husband to help me measure and cut the paper (you can't just wrap the bucket because the bottom is smaller), &lt;a href="http://www.plaidonline.com/apmp.asp"&gt;modge podged&lt;/a&gt; the paper and bucket, wrap them and use letter stickers for Cillian's name. After I put his name on it I modge podged it several times with the glossy modge podge, let dry and then decorated with ric rac and pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p title="Cillian's Halloween Bucket by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" align="center" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4047800922/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian's Halloween Bucket" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4047800922_5911a862c1_o.jpg" width="525" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p title="Cillian's Halloween Bucket by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/4047800922/"&gt;Cash's is next--he picked out his own paper. White paper with lots of black bats. Of course, Cash's won't have the bows so I will have to come up with something else. I will be sure to share pictures with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are so excited for Halloween!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This will be Cillian's first time trick or treating. I am so glad he will have a great bucket for all his goodies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhmmm, not so sure he will be eating anything in it, but at least he will look good!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3310549020616072772?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3310549020616072772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3310549020616072772&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3310549020616072772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3310549020616072772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/cillians-halloween-bucket.html' title='Cillian&apos;s Halloween Bucket'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2200035635357220571</id><published>2009-10-10T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:13:00.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool Pumpkin Patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>Preschool Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Cash's preschool had their annual Pumpkin Patch Day this past Wednesday. Cash was so excited he didn't know what to expect when I told him they would be playing games and it was going to be kinda like a field day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day and the staff really did it right. They decorated with lots of pumpkins, mums and scarecrows. A photographer was there to take class pictures on hay bales and the field beside the church was scattered with games and pumpkins for pickin'! Each student got to pick their own pumpkin at the end of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Ms. Kathy's Class 2009- Pumpkin Patch by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3997120700/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ms. Kathy's Class 2009- Pumpkin Patch" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2436/3997120700_a431d81006_o.jpg" width="525" height="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I volunteered to help with the "sack race." Cash loved that I was there and as soon as he came out he started hollering "Mama". I actually crept up behind the "go fish" game and peeked around to take his picture. His little face was so sweet when he first saw me and he just sat there and waved discreetly as he watched his friends and waited his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Cash got to school I explained to him that I was going to help out and that he would have to stay with his class and do what Ms. Kathy said. He wasn't so sure about the "sack race". He thought that we were going to put him in a sack. I assured him he would love it when he found out exactly what to do--boy did he!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Cash at the end of the day what he favorite game was and he excitedly replied, "the sack race!" He was really good at it and smiled and laughed the entire time he was in that little sack. Don't ya just love his precious face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sack Race! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3996379779/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sack Race!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3996379779_6b3fe57e83_o.jpg" width="595" height="850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When it came time to roll the pumpkins to the finish line, Cash really used his little noggin'--after realizing that the pumpkin wasn't going to roll straight he just decided to pick it up. Course, it was too heavy but it was fun to watch him try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Rollin' Pumpkins by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3996368363/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rollin' Pumpkins" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3996368363_45d08e14e0_o.jpg" width="253" height="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After picking the perfect pumpkin the class went to eat freshly popped popcorn. Cash was adorable sitting with his class munchin' away. Even though I have seen him many times with lots of other children for some reason sitting with his preschool class he looked so grown up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a great day! Really it was his first "Field Day" experience and Cash was thrilled beyond measure. He was all smiles from the time he came outside till the time he blew me kisses as he walked back into his classroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love that he enjoyed me being there and I will remember every little smile, laugh, and chuckle from that morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2200035635357220571?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2200035635357220571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2200035635357220571&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2200035635357220571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2200035635357220571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/preschool-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Preschool Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2992052511319851520</id><published>2009-10-08T14:38:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:57:45.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cillian 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck e cheese'/><title type='text'>Jesus at Chuck E. Cheese?</title><content type='html'>Today, I took the boys to Chuck E. Cheese. As we listened to the Christian station on the radio, the announcer asked an interesting question, "if you and Jesus were in an elevator together, what one question would you ask him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great answers were shared, "how can you truly love everyone completely when in today's world there seems to be so many purposely hateful people--how can I love like you, Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking......"Cash, if you could ask Jesus anything what question would you ask him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash answered as only a 3 1/2 year old would, "I would ask him if he wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese with me!" I thought that was a great question, so I asked Cash what he thought Jesus' answer would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash on Jesus' answer: "Sure, I would love to go to Chuck E. Cheese with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I know Jesus was there with us today for Cillian's first trip to the Cheese--I thought how cool it would be for Him to be living it up with my boys on the carousel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian's first visit to Chuck E. Cheese was all smiles. He grinned the entire time and didn't know where to look. He and Cash spend 10 minutes waving and saying "Hi" to the mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my little climber climbed right on everything and practically put his own coins in the machines. He loved it when the cars would move and when I told him to "drive" he would put his sweet hands on the steering wheel and drive away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day and as I looked backed on Cash's 1st trip to the Cheese a year ago.....I couldn't help but wonder "what would Jesus ride on at Chuck E. Cheese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the show featuring photos from Cash in 2008 and Cillian in 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;font:0.7em 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="galleryid=5859768429_KMLbC"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.picnik.com/slide/slide.swf"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.picnik.com/slide/slide.swf" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" FlashVars="galleryid=5859768429_KMLbC"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="float:left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/show/id/5859768429_KMLbC/t/chuck-e-cheese"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com" target="_blank"&gt;Create a free slideshow with Picnik!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2992052511319851520?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2992052511319851520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2992052511319851520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2992052511319851520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2992052511319851520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/jesus-at-chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Jesus at Chuck E. Cheese?'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-45866054787724753</id><published>2009-10-06T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:50:00.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentry&apos;s Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Pumpkin Patch E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3985111446/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pumpkin Patch E1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3985111446_74a542b0cd_o.jpg" width="576" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We made our annual family trip to the pumpkin patch on Saturday. The weather was perfect and Cash and Cillian were smilin' and gigglin' the entire time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The farm animals were a big hit with Cillian he went right up to the fence to pet them. It is so adorable when he says, "quack, quack." I think he said it no matter what type of animal he saw. There was a rustic hen house that the kids could go in, go up a ladder and slide out. Cash enjoyed sliding and running back around to go down again. Once Cillian caught wind of it--he had to slide down too--grinning from ear to ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Wagon Collage E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3985295926/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wagon Collage E2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/3985295926_86bd31efa4_o.jpg" width="400" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Who would have thought that a trough full of wheat and corn could be so much fun? The boys spent most of the afternoon filling up jugs, shoveling, and funneling. Getting dirty makes whatever you are doing so much better. Cillian's hands are so sweet playing in the wheat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Corn/Wheat Collage by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3984523453/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Corn/Wheat Collage" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3984523453_0fd22d5ed3_o.jpg" width="595" height="595" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later, we had a picnic and watched Cash play in the tepees, rustic house and outhouse. I knew once I told him what the outhouse was used for what would come next, "can I pee pee in here!" Even though Greg was injured he enjoyed the sunshine and told us to go ahead and do the hayride without him. Cillian moo'd the whole time as we rode around the farm and waved to the cows and their babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our day concluded with pictures on the pumpkins. Another one of Cillian's favorite words to say--I can't really describe how he says it but trust me when I tell you it is super precious!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Check out how much we have changed from our trip to &lt;a href="http://www.gentryfarm.com/"&gt;Gentry's Farm&lt;/a&gt; since our &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-corn-and-more.html"&gt;last trip &lt;/a&gt;a year ago!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Pumpkin Patch E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3984594769/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pumpkin Patch E1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3984594769_c3d6ae51d5_o.jpg" width="559" height="483" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Pumpkin Patch E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3984579541/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pumpkin Patch E2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3984579541_01e525ecc7_o.jpg" width="404" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-45866054787724753?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/45866054787724753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=45866054787724753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/45866054787724753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/45866054787724753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5425365275065534653</id><published>2009-10-04T22:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:00:05.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s messes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretzel incident'/><title type='text'>Messy Naptime Fun!</title><content type='html'>You never know what is going to happen around here during naptime. Sometimes, Mama can get things done and sometimes Mama might even be able to rest herself. Which was exactly my plan for a rainy Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and I went to church yesterday morning by ourselves. Greg is still recovering from knee surgery and Cillian is in that 15-16 month very attached phase. Lately, when we leave him in the nursery he has been crying is little heart out the whole entire church service. So, he stayed home and took his morning nap. When Cash and I got back from church, we all ate lunch together and then the boys played. I decided to let Cash stay up a little longer before taking a nap so that possibly both boys would nap at the same time--Love it when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and I had fun plans to make Halloween sprinkled chocolate pretzel rods after his nap. Well, Cash didn't nap. He stayed in his room and played quietly or so I thought and since I had a terrific headache nothing really mattered to me--what's the worst that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came out of my room I went straight to Cash's and peeked in.....no Cash. Hmmm, where could he be! I walk towards the kitchen and find him standing on a chair at the counter--looking really guilty and really cute! I stand beside him and he says "I am making the pretzels for you--Look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash had got out a round pizza pan, cut the pretzel bag with scissors, cut the gummy worm bag with scissors, brought all the sprinkles from the cabinet to the counter and was having a grand messy time all the while chewing a piece of gum (I guess to help him work better). Pretzels were all over the pan and TONS of sprinkles, red hots, you name it were scattered all over the pan. Not too bad of a mess I must say. It was such a sweet gesture and he couldn't be any cuter or any prouder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash kept saying how he wanted to help out and get started on the pretzels. I think his real reason is he knew we probably weren't gonna do our project since he didn't nap. It was a real mess and could've been a lot worse. I thought it was super sweet! Greg....not so much, but he came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed Greg that this little pretzel incident is nothing compared to what we will find one day when both the boys get into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it will be but I am sure it will make me smile--at least I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it is a good thing that Cash didn't know I was gonna melt chocolate, dip the pretzels and then we were gonna decorate them with sprinkles. I am confident that he would have at least made an attempt at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in addition--does anyone know how to get fingernail polish out of carpet? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes, I am still smiling, grateful for my sweet babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Pretzel Mess! E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3984049020/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pretzel Mess! E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3984049020_a1c1387a0d_o.jpg" width="425" height="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5425365275065534653?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5425365275065534653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5425365275065534653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5425365275065534653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5425365275065534653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/messy-naptime-fun.html' title='Messy Naptime Fun!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1904303161590252175</id><published>2009-10-01T14:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:21:11.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Emotions of Reading</title><content type='html'>I love me a good Southern author. In college, one of my favorite courses was my Southern Literature class. I could actually read books I loved, discuss, write papers and learn all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patconroy.com/about.php"&gt;Pat Conroy&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite Southern authors. He has a way with words and can really tell a heartfelt story all the way around. His latest, "South of Broad", continues his adoration of Charleston, The Citadel and Southern life! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not sure how to underline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this book totally caught me off guard. It started off slow then turn into the Conroy I love. While reading this book, I took in every word, phrase and description of Charleston. Wonderful read--then I came to the twist at the end. As I read the ending, I was trying to imagine what was coming. Several scenarios came to mind and I continued to read-man it hit me. Read the book you will see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I might be making too much of this-could have been my emotional state who knows. But, I was caught completely off guard. Closing the book in tears all I could do was pray. I thought to myself--"this stuff happens" and that made me cry more. I thought about my boys sweetly sleeping and couldn't shake the ending of this dynamic novel. At one point I just prayed that God would calm me, calm my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all know God answers prayers. My cuddly Cillian began crying for me around midnight and suddenly my thoughts, tears and fears were put to rest. I know God was telling me "its OK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading brings out so many emotions. Mothering two gorgeous, huggable boys brings my emotions to a whole new level while reading books, magazine articles, blogs or church signs--everyday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1904303161590252175?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1904303161590252175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1904303161590252175&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1904303161590252175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1904303161590252175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/emotions-of-reading.html' title='Emotions of Reading'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1628834541411673448</id><published>2009-09-11T06:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:46:00.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s first lunch at preschool'/><title type='text'>Mama Gettin' Creative</title><content type='html'>I am a nut. I can be crazy. I can be obsessed. I am a lunatic. I am a perfectionist. A perfectionist who always tries to make every moment of my son's lives special and memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash might not think about it much now but one day he will look back on the little details, remember and know that his mama always went out of her way to make life extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mama is really getting creative. I thought about what I wanted Cash to see when he first opened his lunchbox on his first day of preschool. I wanted him to smile and know that I was thinking of him at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4808 E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3908493724/"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="IMG_4808 E2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/3908493724_c293e09532.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does this picture make you smile?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but smile! Imagine the grin on a 3 year old's face--wish I could have seen it. I know he smiled, I know he ate the decorations (veggies) and some of the sandwich and I know he knew I was thinking about him!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;darn, i just noticed i forgot nemo's mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Mama's Mission Accomplished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What things do you do to make your children's lives extra special? It is all in the little details...ya know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1628834541411673448?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1628834541411673448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1628834541411673448&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1628834541411673448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1628834541411673448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/mama-gettin-creative.html' title='Mama Gettin&apos; Creative'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/3908493724_c293e09532_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7949085888412207732</id><published>2009-09-09T21:44:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:45:09.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day of preschool'/><title type='text'>Signs of Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_4827 E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3904998393/"&gt;&lt;img height="595" alt="IMG_4827 E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3904998393_51a26ba9e5_o.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you know that your preschooler is excited about his first day of preschool?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you present his backpack to him the day before....he can't stop smiling or putting it on his back. Oh, and packing it with lots of necessary items!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants you to put a snack in his new lunchbox the day before the big day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two nights before asks "is this the night that I go to bed and then go to preschool in the morning"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wakes up at 4:45am, takes his clothes off and proceeds to get dressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gladly without "I don't won't to wear that shirt" puts on first day outfit with pride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't eat breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Endures numerous pictures and video taking from Mama and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promptly buckles himself in his carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives his Mama a hug and a kiss and enters a whole new world smiling with anticipation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greets you at the end of the day beaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Picnik collage E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3905323253/"&gt;&lt;img height="588" alt="Picnik collage E1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3905323253_244a3002af_o.jpg" width="594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways a Mama gets through her baby's 1st day of preschool: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Engulfs herself in preparing for the big day (weeks before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Says "I love You" a thousand times a day (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grocery shops at 9pm for the perfect lunch items the night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Practices making a Nemo sandwich at 10pm the night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is thoughtful and detailed in packing the first day lunch--Nemo sandwich, pretzel sticks, Keeble elf men cookies, pineapple and blueberries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tapes cut out heart with message on lid of lunchbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Presents new Spiderman thermos to her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Takes lots of pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sings "Jesus loves Cash" with her sweet miracle on the way to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trys not to notice the other moms crying as they leave the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7949085888412207732?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7949085888412207732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7949085888412207732&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7949085888412207732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7949085888412207732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs-of-excitement.html' title='Signs of Excitement'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8715226490564551044</id><published>2009-09-03T06:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:34:41.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing to cash'/><title type='text'>Oh How Sweet!</title><content type='html'>How sweet are my childhood memories! Funny, it feels like they have been locked in a vault for 30 something years and I have just now found the key. Since Cash has come along the memories are just a floodin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Cash stories all the time about Aunt Julie and me, goofy things we did, and goofy things LoLo did with us. I also share with him about how much fun we had in church, Sunday School, Sunday night training, VBS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for sometime now I have made an addition to our nightly storytime (lights are out and I make up fun stories about something he is interested it) and have begun singing old hymns. Not sure how that happened but he loves it. I am amazed at how many words (almost all) I know to songs like, "I have decided", "Amazing Grace", "How Great Thou Art", "He's the Lily of the Valley", and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these precious songs come precious memories. My sister and I used to get an old hymnal off the bookshelf and play church. We would tell the other to turn to page so-and-so and then we would belt out the words. Little did we know the smile we were putting on our Maker's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in searching my memory for new hymns I started singing "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". I only know the first part of this particular song so I decided to look up the words and some history. Here is the song as sung by one of my favorite artists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=Tra.2345840&amp;amp;variant=play&amp;amp;lsrc=RN_htm"&gt;&lt;img height="20" src="http://static.realone.com/rotw/images/buttons/playsm.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swing Low, Sweet Chariot - Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" is an African American spiritual. The hymn was written sometime before 1862 by Wallis Willis, a Choctaw freedman. It was first recorded by the Fisk Jubilee Singers in 1909. (how ironic being in Nashville) The song was honored in 2002 by the Library of Congress as one of 50 recordings chosen that year to be added to the National Recording Registry. It was also included in the list of Songs of the Century, by the Recording Industry Association of America and the National Endowment for the Arts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory of this hymn is from the 2nd and 3rd grades with my teacher Mrs. Knaptain (i would call her mrs. napkin), we would always have a time of singing. Not sure of many of the other songs we sung but "Swing Low" was one of her favorites. Can you imagine an elementary school teacher today singing old hymns in class? That would never happen of course but I love my memory of 25 2nd and 3rd graders belting it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A band of angels comin' after me, comin for to carry me home......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that Cash will be able to hear more verses of this song-I keep singing the same ones over and over, he really doesn't seem to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love today's praise music, but there is nothing like the good 'ole church music I experienced growing up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8715226490564551044?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8715226490564551044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8715226490564551044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8715226490564551044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8715226490564551044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-how-sweet.html' title='Oh How Sweet!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4661152852837927641</id><published>2009-09-02T05:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:49:51.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things Cillian likes to do'/><title type='text'>Cillian's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cillian trying to eat dirt!" src="http://i1022.photobucket.com/albums/af348/vhobrien/IMG_4401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has been going on with Cillian?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He likes to get his hands dirty, play in the dirt and sometimes eat it! Look closely in the photo above and you will see the hole of dirt. He just had to take a break from inchworm to have a taste! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Food is still one of his favorite things. He tried figs for the first time last week-loved them! He tried tacos last night-loved them! Oh, he also loved the black olives and couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He and I have been loving this weather. We love our one on one time while Cash is nappin' and I am so o.k. with them not nappin' at the same time. Cillian and I have been having a grand time together enjoying nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is gonna be TMI--but I have never, ever seen a baby poop so many times a day --ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He loves to stand on the stool in the bathroom, get a toothbrush and rinse it under the water. Very cute. I will have to get a picture of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cillian loves music. Loves to laugh. Loves to clap. Loves for you to chase him. Loves for you to tickle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cillian always wakes up from nap or in the morning with a huge grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Other than bunnies, Cillian thinks all animals are dogs. Whenever he sees one he says, "Daagee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He likes playing with all kinds of brushes. My hairbrush, my makeup brush you name it! I have to give it to him --he uses them properly. Oh, along with the tv remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cillian loves his brother, Cash. He watches his every move, imitates him and is enthralled by Cash's hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4661152852837927641?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4661152852837927641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4661152852837927641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4661152852837927641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4661152852837927641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/cillians-world.html' title='Cillian&apos;s World'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3730984259243007063</id><published>2009-08-31T21:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:22:10.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing at the park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hailey and Catherine'/><title type='text'>Can't Beat Good Friends</title><content type='html'>Don't ya just love having fantastic friends? You know the kind of friend that you don't talk to for a couple of weeks or the kind of friend you see only once every couple of months, but you pick right back up where you left off. I love it when friendships don't miss a beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cash has that kind of friendship with my best friend's daughter, Hailey. Cash and Hailey might not see each other for a couple of months but get them together and you would think they were best friends and see each other all the time. I love it! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so do they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend lives in VA and she has 2 daughters, Hailey and Catherine. We met them at the park the other day so the kiddos could play and Leanne and I could catch up before they went back to VA. Not much catching up on our part (or at least mine) I chased Cillian all over the park. Everyone had such a terrific time and the weather was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1022.photobucket.com/albums/af348/vhobrien/IMG_4136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hailey jumped off the wall first and landed on her bottom. Here she is waiting for Cash to follow her lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1022.photobucket.com/albums/af348/vhobrien/IMG_4181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Cash, Hailey and Catherine. Hailey and Cash are playing with bubbles and Catherine wants some of the action. It is almost as if Cash is interupting a girl moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1022.photobucket.com/albums/af348/vhobrien/IMG_4058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby Cash on the jungle gym. I think this is right before he yelled "Mama, I am in trouble!" Leanne got such a kick out of him yelling that he was in trouble. She said, "oh, that means he needs help!" Yep! (one of Cash's new favorite words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when friends can pick right up where they left off, but I hate it when they have to go home. I really wish our visits could be longer--course it can never be enough, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3730984259243007063?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3730984259243007063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3730984259243007063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3730984259243007063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3730984259243007063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-beat-good-friends.html' title='Can&apos;t Beat Good Friends'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1422189681877691543</id><published>2009-08-23T20:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:25:18.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st sitter'/><title type='text'>It's About Time!</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess the day was going to come sooner or later. Cash and Cillian finally had their first real babysitter come on Saturday night. I say "real" because generally LoLo and Papa would rather be the ones to stay with them when Greg and I have a night out, however this weekend was the start of LoLo and Papa's 2 week vacation out west. So, I had to find a real, pay her, kinda sitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I were invited to a 40th birthday party and we were also helping to make the party perfect for the guest of honor, Jennifer. I called my friend, Nancy, from my bible study group and asked if her daughter good hang out with the boys. Morgan held Cash his first day in the hospital and she has held him (when he was under a year) at several gatherings. I always thought I would use her before now--but LoLo and Papa are always available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash loved Morgan and immediately showed her his room and all his toys. Cillian wasn't so easy but then again he is going through that "attached to mama's hip" stage! I was planning on nursing him and putting him to bed, but the three of them started playing so I just ran!! Cash was sweet he didn't forget to sit on the porch and wave, blow kisses and wait till my car was out of sight before he went back inside to join the fun with his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Sitter Ever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is a college student and she was fantastic--she didn't let Cash get away with too much!! Thanks Morgan, for being my boys' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Sitter Ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Sitter! E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3850191063/"&gt;&lt;img height="521" alt="1st Sitter! E2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/3850191063_0c96a7de8c_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rest of our weekend was about playing, napping (all of us) and a quick trip to Home Depot. We all had to get out of the house for a bit. You know those days when everyone is really tired but no one (except me and Greg) wants to nap at 11am. So, we broke our going to church streak and just rested and waited till naptime!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's a picture of my cuties at Home Depot. I think this was our cheapest trip to that store, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Home Depot Trip E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3850999490/"&gt;&lt;img height="675" alt="Home Depot Trip E2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3850999490_53c93d1d8c_o.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1422189681877691543?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1422189681877691543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1422189681877691543&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1422189681877691543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1422189681877691543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-822799648724669788</id><published>2009-08-13T21:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:25:09.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaceship fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s imagination'/><title type='text'>3-2-1 Blast Off!</title><content type='html'>My little Cross Country is now a huge, amazing, magnificent spaceship. Wow! I love what things can turn into with just a little 3 year old imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Cash started his spaceship adventure with LoLo and Papa last Friday night. Well, he has continued the journey to space in the 'ol Volvo. However it can't be that simple. I mean blasting off into space is a big deal and takes lots of preparation. A astronaut has to have the right headgear, gloves, goggles, boots--I don't think I am leaving anything out here. Anyway, what I am getting at is that it takes a long time to get ready for a quick trip (in space) to the grocery store or a play date. Heaven forbid that we forget the gloves or the goggles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation starts with about ten trips back in the house for more astronaut gear. Once buckled up the spaceship's engine starts. "Mama, don't forget to push the fly button, " instructs the commanding astronaut. "Button pushed," I reply. Finally, at the end of the driveway the spaceship pauses for lift off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"3-2-1 Blast Off." &lt;/strong&gt; I rev the engine (Cash chuckles) and the spaceship flies into space in search of a new adventure. An it is always an adventure. In the picture below we are on a mission to Kroger's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Spaceship Gear E1 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3819655392/"&gt;&lt;img height="750" alt="Spaceship Gear E1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/3819655392_32a96d7502_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronauts have to play. In this picture below we have an assignment for a play date across town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="In A Spaceship E2 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3819699518/"&gt;&lt;img height="750" alt="In A Spaceship E2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3819699518_5502b84e95_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more adventures on the O'Brien Space Shuttle. The conversations are exhilarating, the snacks are yummy and what is better than going on a space adventure with an adorable 3 year old astronaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that Cash has a wonderful imagination......no real props needed, no costumes, just good 'ol " use what ya have fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-822799648724669788?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/822799648724669788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=822799648724669788&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/822799648724669788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/822799648724669788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-2-1-blast-off.html' title='3-2-1 Blast Off!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5175458333736580350</id><published>2009-08-10T08:33:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:38:03.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st feature'/><title type='text'>1st Feature!</title><content type='html'>Most of you in blog land know what an honor it is to be featured by a fellow blogger. Well, today is my first feature on another blog. Yipeee! I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon at &lt;a href="http://www.creativepartiesandshowers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Creative Parties and Showers&lt;/a&gt; featured Cillian's "Whale of a Time" 1st birthday party. She has a great site where she features all types of parties from her readers. It is a fun site and being a fellow party planning guru---I enjoy reading all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop on over to her site and have fun partying!! Oh, if you haven't seen all the 1st birthday posts here on 2 Little Irish Boys check 'em out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the details go here: &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/details-make-party.html"&gt;Details Make A Party!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Cake Eating Event: &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-eat-cake.html"&gt;Let's Eat Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the First Birthday Shirt: &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/adorable-baby.html"&gt;Adorable Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the birthday boy in his birthday suit: &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-cillian.html"&gt;Changing Cillian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to be featured and I have to say (most of you know) ecstatic about Cillian's first year and what a wonderful year it has been!! Thanks for enduring more bragging about his first day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5175458333736580350?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5175458333736580350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5175458333736580350&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5175458333736580350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5175458333736580350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-feature.html' title='1st Feature!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5323567865422736849</id><published>2009-07-28T22:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:27:23.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian and underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian walking'/><title type='text'>Happy Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shhhh, listen. Do you hear it? The quiet sound of tiny, newly walking little feet--pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter? Isn't it the most fabulous, heart stopping sound you have ever heard?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian Walking Collage by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3767179277/"&gt;&lt;img height="323" alt="Cillian Walking Collage" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3767179277_07a778dc5b_o.jpg" width="698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I began this post I had planned on saying nothing at all. I mean what can you say when you hear the sound of little happy feet dancing around on hardwood. Seriously, those tiny feet are beginning something so new and so lifelong!! That sound will never leave my memory--oh, how sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I need to explain the picture (other than--can't figure out why it is blurry, but just focus on the feet). Guess it is actually hard to focus on the feet I mean look at that face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you aren't looking at that face you are looking at the Elmo underwear in Cillian's hand. This post is supposed to be about happy feet having fun. The owner of the happy feet is having a grand time walking back 'n forth, back 'n forth in the foyer holding a pair of Elmo underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian loves Cash's underwear no particular pair just good ole' clean big brother underwear. Cillian will just pick up a pair and take off walking down the hall. It is so funny.....he can spot those underwear in any room and you guys know about little boys underwear and how they show up just about anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is they are clean underwear, Cash thinks it is funny, and for some reason they help Cillian walk better and faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound that those happy feet make as they practice for a lifetime of walking---&lt;em&gt;pitter, patter, pitter, patter&lt;/em&gt;.............underwear and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5323567865422736849?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5323567865422736849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5323567865422736849&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5323567865422736849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5323567865422736849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-feet.html' title='Happy Feet!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8500952947113585366</id><published>2009-07-21T22:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:42:27.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s Boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>History in the Makin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash's New Boots by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3745110262/"&gt;&lt;img height="441" alt="Cash's New Boots" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/3745110262_e12b6b2368_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of anything cooler in the whole wide world to a 3 yr old boy than COWBOY BOOTS!! I sure can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Greg and I decided to invest in a pair of real cowboy boots for Cash. He has loved wearing his 'el cheapo, way too small, Gymboree boots. I really got my money out of those boots, not really sure how long he has been wearing those but he wore them to the grocery, to the mall, to the park, to the landscape place--you name it those boots have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash was beside himself when we ventured out one rainy Saturday to The Cowboy Store here in town. I think this was the first time he actually cooperated when the lady measured his feet and then brought out the boots for him to try. I have never seen him try on so many shoes in a shoe store and walk around so happy. We finally decided on a pair--I bargained with the owner and got a discount thank goodness real cowboy boots aren't cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash's face when he put on those boots was worth millions. Cash's first real cowboy boots!! He has worn those boots everywhere. We told him he had to take care of them and everytime he comes in the house he takes those precious boots off, puts them in the box, covers them with the plastic, and closes the lid! A boy that is proud of his boots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he prances around town with those boots, I love how cute and adorable he is in those boots. Those boots will be around our family for a long time--I am thinkin' Cillian will wear them, then they will be passed down to Cash's boys, Cillian's boys, and so on and so on........real cowboy boots, real history!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash in his Boots! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3745153892/"&gt;&lt;img height="550" alt="Cash in his Boots!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3745153892_08c9a7717e_o.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8500952947113585366?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8500952947113585366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8500952947113585366&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8500952947113585366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8500952947113585366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/history-in-makin.html' title='History in the Makin&apos;'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5541559903829338657</id><published>2009-07-04T09:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:44:13.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheekwood'/><title type='text'>Celebrating the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cheekwood Celebrating the 4th by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3685425261/"&gt;&lt;img height="560" alt="Cheekwood Celebrating the 4th" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3685425261_bf197ff209_o.jpg" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 4th of July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no better way to celebrate the 4th than with fried chicken, potato salad, parades, flag waving, and singing songs about freedom. That was the way we began our 4th celebration on Thursday evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash and I got to show Daddy and Cillian where we spent our days at Art Camp last week. &lt;a href="http://www.cheekwood.org/"&gt;Cheekwood Botanical Gardens and Art Museum&lt;/a&gt; celebrated the 4th during their Thursday night &lt;a href="http://www.cheekwood.org/Education/Family_Night_Out.aspx"&gt;Family Night Out&lt;/a&gt;. This Thursday featured children's entertainer &lt;a href="http://www.rachelsumner.com/"&gt;Rachel Sumner&lt;/a&gt;. She led the children in a flag waving parade around the audience. I was so touched as I watched Cash wave his American flag and march around. Honestly, I am surprised he participated on his own. He asked me to go down to the front with him but when I said "why don't you go, I'll take pictures," he didn't hesitated to join the other children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash and the children marched around and Cillian, Daddy and I waved and clapped. As the performer asked for more volunteers to play musical instruments Cash was right there in the thick of it all!! They sang "This Land is your Land" and "Yankee Doodle" it was a wonderful patriotic evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cillian was into waving his American flag showing his pride. He was so cute dancing in the stroller, clapping and waving his flag. Oh, he enjoyed eating fried chicken, too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the evening, both boys were so excited to change into their pj's in the back of the car. What a wonderful way to begin our celebration of our country's Independence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5541559903829338657?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5541559903829338657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5541559903829338657&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5541559903829338657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5541559903829338657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-4th_04.html' title='Celebrating the 4th!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2782083066071666828</id><published>2009-06-30T08:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:16:55.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Heavier Than He Weighs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's 1st Time! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3673287223/"&gt;&lt;img height="399" alt="Cillian's 1st Time!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3673287223_fa6774fb8b_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cillian is no doubt my eater! He will try anything and the bites I put on his tray keep getting bigger and bigger. I experiment with the sizes of his bites and the verdict is in.....he can handle anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I walked out the door with Cash and Cillian and took bets with LoLo and Papa on how much they thought Cillian would weigh at his 1 year check up . Their bet was 26lbs. I informed them that even though Cash feels super light--he has finally tipped the scales a whopping 27lbs (guess that is a heavy day). Everyone held their ground that Cillian is closing the gap with Cash on the weight department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash always wants to go to the doctor with us. I think it is mainly for the toys, but today he offered a great deal of moral support to Cillian. The only appointment I could get was for 2:45pm which means no naps for anyone. &lt;strong&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment wasn't too bad. Bless Cillian's heart he had to get 3 shots. Nurse Erin is a dream and made them all as quick and painless as she could. When my sweet 1 year old began screaming bloody murder, I started tearing up and Cash kept his cool. Cash patted Cillian reassuringly and then in his sweetest big brother voice said, "I know, I know it hurts baby. It'll be ok. I know." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;course he hears me say I know it hurts baby or sweetie all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash was so helpful and stepped up in his big brother role that day.&lt;br /&gt;We all left the doctor's office smiling and receiving a great bill of health for Cillian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you wanna know the stats of the newly turned 1 year old? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 21 lbs 15 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height: 28.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The stats don't lie! Cillian is seriously heavier that he weighs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things Cillian can do:&lt;/strong&gt; eats by himself, stands alone, points at everything, walks 5-6 steps, claps along with "if your happy and you know it" &amp;amp; sings E-I-E-I-O, claps to beat of music, says tree, banana, Da for Cash, Mama, DaDa, Papa, LoLo, cheese, bye-bye, baby, pooh, and pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2782083066071666828?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2782083066071666828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2782083066071666828&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2782083066071666828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2782083066071666828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/heavier-than-he-weighs.html' title='Heavier Than He Weighs!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7160157659606972909</id><published>2009-06-27T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:41:54.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama/Cash time'/><title type='text'>What will you wear in Heaven?</title><content type='html'>Cash and I have been having a lot of "Mama/Cash Time" which has been so uplifting! We shared our inner artists with each other at Cheekwood Art Camp this week--more on that in another post......on to heaven! During our drive to camp we had some thoughtful conversations. Here is the best one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we listened to "church music" (that what Cash calls it)  on WAY FM christian radio station one of my favorite songs from Mercy Me came on. The song I am sure most of you have heard it is "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xwzItqYmII"&gt;I can only imagine." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Cash, I really love this song, " I informed him, as I turned up the volume. "It is about what we will do when we see Jesus in heaven, jump up and down, dance or just stand in amazement," I said describing the song. "And we will see Derby in heaven," Cash said sweetly. "Yes, we will," I replied. "And who else will we see in heaven?" I asked. "Aunt Julie," Cash answered. Tears flowed......then, my sweet 3 year old thought for a moment then posed this question to me. "Mama, will you hold me in heaven?" Cash asked. Ok. By this point I was already in tears and man--they really started flowing after this one. "Oh, Cash I will hold you forever in heaven!" I told him. Whew, I am making it through this conversation, crying like only a mama can. When all of a sudden Cash exclaimed, " I am gonna wear my cape in heaven!!" Nothing but tears and laughter followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it wonderful how our babies can make us cry and then suddenly turn everything in to laughter? God planned that one. We were almost to art camp and He didn't want me to be a basket case!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you thought about what you will wear in heaven? I know for one thing---I will be wearing a gigantic smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7160157659606972909?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7160157659606972909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7160157659606972909&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7160157659606972909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7160157659606972909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-will-you-wear-in-heaven.html' title='What will you wear in Heaven?'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4321159727810715411</id><published>2009-06-23T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:28:01.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatcher Dairy Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian speaking'/><title type='text'>With a Moo Moo Here And....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBU9rHjRkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/D6gsSZExCDU/s1600-h/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350369775839299138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBU9rHjRkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/D6gsSZExCDU/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-I-E-I-O!! Cillian is bursting with babble. I am loving the fact that every 2 minutes he is learning a new word and sounding it out-there is not a word that he won't try to say. We have been singing Ole' MacDonald to him and then let him do the E-I-E-I-O part and it is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, it was ironic that we joined our play group at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hatcherdairyfarm.com"&gt;Hatcher Dairy Farm&lt;/a&gt; for a tour and lesson on cows, calves, and milk. The boys were just plain excited about seeing the cows up close and personal. The cows were really pretty (seriously) and it was fun relating the actual cow to Cillian's word of the day, "Moo, Moo!" Some of the cows were pregnant and of course hungry so Cash got to feed them. Well, really he just threw the food at them. He said "I'll just throw it on the ground for them." Cash didn't want those cows eating out of his hand. I couldn't convince him that cows don't have front teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the farm we got to see goats (maa, maa), we got to see sheep (baa, baa), puppies (ruff, ruff) and a man pulling the cow's utters (sphish, sphish). The utter part was Cash's favorite. I had explained to him about milking cows and told him a story about me milking a cow when I was little and drinking the milk straight from the cow. Yuck! Anyway, he was watched the man milk the cow with great intensity-said he wanted to milk it but when it came down to it he wouldn't even pet the cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, as we had a picnic lunch Cash fed the little pony and donkey. He became amused by the cooler that dispensed water for everyone and soon found a new feeding technique. Cash would put the wheat/feed in a cup and then fill the cup with water. He would then walk it carefully over to the animals and sit the cup proudly on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We concluded our farm tour by sampling freshly made butter and buying whole milk, 2% milk and chocolate milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice, Cash's outfit that he picked out. He has been into long sleeves so that shirt worked for the tour along with his boots! Now Cash is into wearing short sleeves, but layered shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures from our day on the farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBXloUDDkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/V3Nleez4qME/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372661304430146" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBXloUDDkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/V3Nleez4qME/s400/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBXwHzvGhI/AAAAAAAAAac/kkvuFVSDTiE/s1600-h/IMG_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372841557531154" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBXwHzvGhI/AAAAAAAAAac/kkvuFVSDTiE/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBZMJmwBDI/AAAAAAAAAak/YM6rnLyzUsA/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350374422587900978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBZMJmwBDI/AAAAAAAAAak/YM6rnLyzUsA/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBZ4dziu5I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZQh6Kjae3j0/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350375183924509586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBZ4dziu5I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZQh6Kjae3j0/s400/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBb-_9bszI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_3m3xvHj2bI/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350377495195267890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBb-_9bszI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_3m3xvHj2bI/s400/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4321159727810715411?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4321159727810715411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4321159727810715411&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4321159727810715411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4321159727810715411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-moo-moo-here-and.html' title='With a Moo Moo Here And....'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SkBU9rHjRkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/D6gsSZExCDU/s72-c/IMG_2230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7913235324976306803</id><published>2009-06-19T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:10:18.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>My Favorites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It is my 100th Post!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally I have reached my 100th post on my blog. Probably would have been there a lot sooner if I hadn't taken a 3 month hiatus after Christmas. Anyway, on to the festivities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog at the end of September. I have to say I love it, I have so much fun, and it is exhausting all at the same time. I enjoy all the comments that I receive on my posts and I am meeting so many new, wonderful bloggy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my 100th post, I have looked back and smiled, laughed out loud, and cried at the wonderful memories included in this blog. I started my very &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-irish-boys.html"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; with a picture of Cash and Cillian. I thought it would be fun to do an updated picture and show how much my boys have changed since September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348874118985169570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SjsEq_JkOqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7JrCf6h7jPs/s400/3639676331_5007f09526.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348874341980060690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SjsE393sPBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1Ysqmku3QTU/s400/3637248487_d9969ab0c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck-e-cheese.html"&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/a&gt;: I will never forget the excitement that Cash had his first time at Chuck E. Cheese. I also will always remember the feeling I got as he ran to all the different things. He was beyond elated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parade.html"&gt;Christmas Parade&lt;/a&gt;: Another one of those fabulous memories of Cash just being enthralled with Christmas. I can remember him waving to everyone in the parade (the entire time) and his smile--priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-rascals.html"&gt;Little Rascals&lt;/a&gt;: The first time Cash and Cillian acted like mischievous brothers. I laugh everytime I read this post. I can still see them just looking like nothing at all happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than.html"&gt;More Than&lt;/a&gt;: Cash and I still play the "More Than" game although not as often. We are now on to the catch a kiss game. I love all the things that Cash loves me more than!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-tip-from-cash.html"&gt;Beauty Tip from Cash&lt;/a&gt;: Cash was so funny looking with hair creme rubbed all over him. The way he looked sitting in the shower when I "caught" him will never escape my memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-babies.html"&gt;Musical Babies&lt;/a&gt;: I liked this post because I love seeing pictures of Cash when he was little and comparing them to Cillian. They both love music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-eat-cake.html"&gt;Let's Eat Cake&lt;/a&gt;: This was just two weeks ago, but I was in heaven watching Cillian demolish his first cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hoped you enjoyed taking this journey with me through my past posts. It was hard for me to pick out just a few (seven, actually) I am the writer of this blog and a little biased. I love all the posts especially the ones with fantastic pictures of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My 2 Little Irish Boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7913235324976306803?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7913235324976306803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7913235324976306803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7913235324976306803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7913235324976306803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorites.html' title='My Favorites!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SjsEq_JkOqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7JrCf6h7jPs/s72-c/3639676331_5007f09526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7785191436592958640</id><published>2009-06-16T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:00:29.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer meals'/><title type='text'>All About the Grill</title><content type='html'>Well, if you read my last post you know I love summer. Summer has so much to offer and so does summer eats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love planning meals on the grill. No mess, quick, easy, and tasty without a whole lot of work. Generally, Greg and I are outside watching the grill and being amused by the boys. Depending on how we feel (and how sweltering it is) sometimes we eat inside and sometimes we eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I tried 2 hit it out of the ballpark recipes from my new favorite magazine &lt;a href="http://www.semihomemademag.com/"&gt;Sandra Lee Semi Homemade&lt;/a&gt; June/July issue. All I can say is---"a home run with all of us, even Cillian!" What I liked about these recipes is that they both had a lot of flavor and we put the entire meal, except the rice, on the grill. Pineapple, green apples, sweet potatoes and pears all on the grill, different and fun to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing the first recipe with you today and will share the other with you later this week. Let me know what you think and how they turn out and as Sandra would say, "Keep it simple, keep it fun and always keep it semi-homemade!" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Kabob651MBS by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3630599811/"&gt;&lt;img height="481" alt="Kabob651MBS" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3630599811_736a4dbdb6_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chicken Kabobs over Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 pounds boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1 1/2-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 (20-ounce) can pineapple chunks, drained and juice reserved, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 large green apple, cut into 1 1/2-inch wedges&lt;br /&gt;4 (12-inch) wooden skewers, soaked in cold water for 30 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup prepared ranch dressing&lt;br /&gt;2 cups instant white rice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped green onion &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat grill to medium-high heat (350° to 400°). Spray grill rack with nonstick nonflammable cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;Thread chicken, one-half of pineapple, and apples onto prepared skewers. Brush kabobs evenly with oil.&lt;br /&gt;Grill kabobs, covered with grill lid, for 16 to 20 minutes, or until chicken is cooked through, turning frequently and brushing with ranch dressing.&lt;br /&gt;In a medium saucepan, combine reserved pineapple juice and enough water to make 2 cups. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat, add rice, and continue cooking according to package directions. Combine cooked rice with remaining one-half of pineapple and green onion. Serve kabobs over rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7785191436592958640?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7785191436592958640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7785191436592958640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7785191436592958640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7785191436592958640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-about-grill.html' title='All About the Grill'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5954742367762864507</id><published>2009-06-15T05:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:30:06.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cilllian&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Summer</title><content type='html'>I love summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in my swimsuit growing up. Actually, I thought I was going to "grow up" and become a professional lifeguard. I wore my swimsuit from the time I woke up till the time I went to bed. Wonderful days--unforgettable memories..................ahhh, summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of summer. What are some things that make you thing of summer? Well, here is my answer-corn and watermelon (tomatoes, too-but Cillian hasn't eaten those!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend. Friday was play date time. Cash and Cillian had friends over and we all splashed in the pool, played in the sandbox, and had great snacks. June 12, 2009 write it down as the 1st time Cillian had watermelon in his hand, on the rind and juice running down his sweet belly. Is there any other way to eat watermelon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Saturday was consumed with more pool time. Greg, Cash, Cillian and I cooled off in the pool and laughed at each other about silly things. Cash kicked around the pool on Larry the Lobster. Both Cash and Cillian had fun with each other playing at the water table. Later, we all laughed more as we watched Cillian eat his 1st corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love corn on the cob. Cash was 18 months when he had his first cob. Same high chair, same place outside on the deck but a little earlier, Cillian enjoyed his 1st cob. We all had so much fun watching Cillian explore the cob, munch on the kernels and create another messy face ( he is becoming famous for his messy face-cute,too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a blessing to be able to create so many terrific memories with the boys. Funny, how food can fit into memory making. I love watching Cash and Cillian experience summer and experience new foods. Cillian is trying something new everyday-can't wait to see what gets his face messy next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Summer Fun by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3627679478/"&gt;&lt;img height="823" alt="Summer Fun" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3627679478_12df486ace_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5954742367762864507?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5954742367762864507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5954742367762864507&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5954742367762864507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5954742367762864507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovin-summer.html' title='Lovin&apos; Summer'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7801829810684269917</id><published>2009-06-12T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:26:01.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;1&quot; shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Adorable Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's Birthday Shirt by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3617553794/"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="Cillian's Birthday Shirt" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3617553794_5964826784_o.jpg" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Adorable baby.....I mean adorable shirt, really adorable baby!&lt;/p&gt;I know some of you out there are planning birthday parties and well--since I am an expert (just kiddin') I thought I would continue to share my details. I promise I won't do this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got Cillian this cute "1" shirt so that he would have something to wear after the messy cake event and something comfy to wear for his birthday breakfast. The cute gingham shorts were made especially for him. I found the fabric at Wal-Mart and had Cash a pair made, too. Cash's red gingham shorts went perfectly with his smocked whale t-shirt and Cillian looked like no other birthday boy in his!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy &lt;/a&gt;was a big help planning my birthday details. Whenever I got an idea of something that I wanted I went straight to the site and started my search. Cillian's "1" shirt was a product of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=26215553&amp;amp;ref=sr_list_7&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=first+birthday+shirts&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=2&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;Blooming Babies Boutique&lt;/a&gt; and I was super happy with the end result. They worked with me and did the exact fabric that I wanted as well as the monogram. Perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an adorable "1" year old----eek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7801829810684269917?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7801829810684269917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7801829810684269917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7801829810684269917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7801829810684269917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/adorable-baby.html' title='Adorable Baby!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-697734511649871339</id><published>2009-06-07T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:36:04.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8 things'/><title type='text'>8 Simple Things</title><content type='html'>Two bloggy friends recently tagged my for 8 things. I thought it would be fun to finally do a tag. Thanks Mom is in the Fishbowl and &lt;a href="http://scoopofreality.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slice of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming in the pool this summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;art camp with Cash at Cheekwood this summer(mommy &amp;amp; me camp)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;play group's Summer Bash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;organizing photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing a movie with Cash this summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;date nights with my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mine and Greg's 5 year anniversary trip:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching my babies enjoy summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I did Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;had 2 cups of coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mopped the kitchen floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stayed in my swimsuit all day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;played with my best friend's children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;visited with my best friend who live in VA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoyed watching Cillian play in his new Kangeroo Climber-too cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a movie with Greg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocked Cash to sleep while singing "You are my Sunshine"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;sew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;read all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;function on no sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;play an instrument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat anything I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;make time to volunteer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Shows I Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;House Hunters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conan O'Brien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Housewifes of NJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make Me a Supermodel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anthony Bordain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Fruits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;watermelon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cantelope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;grapes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pineapple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mango&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;kiwi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;blueberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Places I'd Like to Travel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vancouver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seattle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Montreal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Places I have Lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hampshire, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murfreesboro, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Columbia, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Franklin, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brentwood, TN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cincinnati, OH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lake Havasu, AZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lexington, KY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 People I am Tagging:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://loulousviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loulou's Views&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://onelittlebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Little Brown Eyed Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrewhaus.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Brew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesemi-crazyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our semi-crazy life in words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://divamomx2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Two Divas Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmaccreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;KMAC Creations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://twojonesgirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Jones Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You--add your name to the list let me know you played&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-697734511649871339?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/697734511649871339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=697734511649871339&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/697734511649871339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/697734511649871339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-simple-things.html' title='8 Simple Things'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1058111021686788101</id><published>2009-06-04T22:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:46:45.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party details'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Details Make a Party!</title><content type='html'>For me, details really make a party. I have been planning in my head for many months for Cillian's 1st birthday! My boy's birthdays are very important to me and I drive myself crazy over the details....that is just me and it makes me happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts with a theme. I wanted to do simple baby blue whales and after finding the &lt;a href="http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-invited.html"&gt;perfect invitations&lt;/a&gt; the ideas started flowing. Stickers, wreaths, gingham paper plates, daisies, birthday banner, blue and white balloons, whale kiddie pool-along with the real pool, gingham/sticker napkin rings, little whale sandwiches, birthday hat, outfits....the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I decided on the theme, I then started my quest for the perfect outfits for the birthday boy and the brother of the birthday boy. Cillian looked adorable in his smocked whale bubble and Cash was equally handsome in his matching smocked t-shirt. It was all coming together. Cillian even had the perfect "1" t-shirt and matching gingham shorts for after the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Birthday Boy by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3596434411/"&gt;&lt;img height="671" alt="Birthday Boy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3596434411_abe113c4e9_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The tables were decorated with white daisies in mason jars and under the jars I placed four whale facts on each table. I will share those with you one day when I can't think of another post! Everything was adorned in blue and white as well as gingham and polka dots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I loved the polka dot "C" wreath that welcomed guests into the pool area, I also made one that stood in the front yard on a wreath easel. The banner was made with scrapbook paper and ribbon. I placed little blue galvanized watering cans filled with goldfish and animal crackers on the kid's table so that when they put together their whale craft they would have munchies. My mother made 12x12 blue polka fabric squares to place under the serving pieces on the food table. The blue and white gingham paper plates were a bargain at TJ Maxx, I just placed my whale stickers in the center--perfection! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Probably, my favorite thing (awww, who am I kiddin' all of it was my favorite) were the very cute whale lollipops that I placed in blue galvanized tins on the cake table. Of course, the kiddos had to have whale shaped ham 'n cheese sandwiches. The party gift for all the children was wrapped in blue and white gingham paper and was a sweet book called, &lt;a href="http://www.williamsteig.com/amosandboris.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amos &amp;amp; Boris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about the friendship of a whale and a mouse by William Steig&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;In the front of the book I placed a whale sticker with Cillian's birth date on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Party Details by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3597311248/"&gt;&lt;img height="798" alt="Party Details" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3597311248_5cfdcaa264_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, a party can't be a success without the help of wonderful, loving people. Grandparents!! Gram and Grandpa came all the way from New Jersey to have me boss them around--&lt;em&gt;huge Thanks&lt;/em&gt;!! LoLo and Papa have had to deal with my pickiness forever--&lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt;! Greg doesn't do well with me telling him what to do, but he sucked it up and followed orders-&lt;em&gt;Love Ya&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was just as I had pictured it in my head for months. Cillian was jubilant the entire day and I know he knew that it was all about HIM and all for HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1058111021686788101?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1058111021686788101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1058111021686788101&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1058111021686788101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1058111021686788101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/details-make-party.html' title='Details Make a Party!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3801008929776804698</id><published>2009-06-03T23:04:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:07:17.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating cake'/><title type='text'>Let's Eat Cake!!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't wait until Cillian got to dive into his very first cake! Being double fisted most of the time when he is in the highchair, I knew that the 1st cake eating event was going to be just that--an event!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Cash and I helped Cillian blow out his first candle. He was grinning as everyone sang Happy Birthday. At first, Cillian didn't know what to do. It didn't take him long, I put a little icing on my finger and once he tasted it--it was over!! All of our guests at the party stood and watched, it was really cute because all of Cash's friends stood right in front of the decorated high chair and cheered Cillian on. They thought he was hilarious and he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian Eating Cake by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3597168862/"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="Cillian Eating Cake" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2449/3597168862_9126dc3318_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cillian finished indulging in his 1st ever cake, I took the completely cake covered 1 year old (actually 363 days old, real birthday June 2-party was on May 31) and stripped him down. He was smiling and laughing as I held him away from me and ran silly straight to the baby pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="After Cake by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3596322505/"&gt;&lt;img height="749" alt="After Cake" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3596322505_b0172ebd37_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic party and Cillian loved being the center of attention. He was the center of attention! I placed his high chair front and center of all the daisy decorated tables. As all the guest ate their Southern Party fare of cheesy grits, watermelon slices, beef tenderloin, edamame/corn salad, Italian rice salad (thanks NJ grandpa!) and ginger tea made by LoLo, Cillian ate a dinner of turkey meatballs and mixed veggies in front of his audience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The entire party was just as a 1st Birthday Party should be. Lots of laughing, swimming, sighing, and reminiscing of a memorable year with a unforgettable baby boy&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Cillian Hasty O'Brien&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3801008929776804698?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3801008929776804698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3801008929776804698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3801008929776804698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3801008929776804698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-eat-cake.html' title='Let&apos;s Eat Cake!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-491177562337879014</id><published>2009-06-02T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:01:01.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='through the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos of Cillian'/><title type='text'>Changing Cillian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_7390 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3587319973/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="IMG_7390" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3587319973_91e1b20ebb_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;June 2, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_7498 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3587329623/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="IMG_7498" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3587329623_9143c02469_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleeping Baby Cillian &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="OBrien2-26 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3588147856/"&gt;&lt;img height="840" alt="OBrien2-26" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3588147856_af04d81598_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cillian at 4 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="obrien-color-37-682x1024[1] by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3588154242/"&gt;&lt;img height="900" alt="obrien-color-37-682x1024[1]" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3588154242_0c8d6954b0_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cillian at 9 months!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-491177562337879014?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/491177562337879014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=491177562337879014&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/491177562337879014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/491177562337879014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-cillian.html' title='Changing Cillian!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4806148909176393624</id><published>2009-06-02T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:15:01.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter to Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Cillian'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Cillian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="OBrien-31 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3587208305/"&gt;&lt;img height="478" alt="OBrien-31" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3587208305_16b35d60a1_o.jpg" width="670" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven blew every trumpet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and played every horn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the wonderful, marvelous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;night you were born.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nancy Tillman - &lt;em&gt;On the Night You Were Born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear Cillian,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You are "1"!!! Yeah&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;you have been on this earth smiling for 365 days. My life has been so blessed by your captivating presence. Your continous smile lights my heart every single time. The twinkle in your eyes brings me joy each and everyday. What an incredible human being you are!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am truly in awe of God's ability to create such an incredible being. I love a million things about you, you are funny, gorgeous, breathtaking, magical, beyond sweet, and so much more. I love that you clap for everything. I love that you are so happy. I love that I can take you in your room and place you in your crib and you fall right to sleep. I love your breathe on my face--God is amazing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is hard to believe that a year ago you came into this world. You came so very fast and easy-thanks. I didn't really have time to think and bam-you were here. What an easy delivery is all I have to say! What an easy baby you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You enjoy food. You love taking baths. You are enthralled with music and can really keep a beat. Peek-a-boo is one of your favorite things to do next to climbing over me or anyone else who is in the floor-no fear! You are a fast learner, just the other day I sang 'Ol MacDonald to you and you quickly followed my lead with an E-I-E-I-O.  You light up and rush to me when I walk in the room!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am so honored to be your Mama! I have the best job in the world and I promise not to take one day for granted. My love for you is immeasurable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is truly no one in the world like you and all of heaven, all the angels rejoiced when you were born!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My sweet Cillian--Happy 1st Birthday!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love always and more and more everyday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4806148909176393624?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4806148909176393624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4806148909176393624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4806148909176393624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4806148909176393624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-cillian_02.html' title='Happy Birthday, Cillian!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3196469316715122231</id><published>2009-05-28T06:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:33:00.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ribbon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st birthday details'/><title type='text'>Crazy Over.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Birthday Ribbon by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3571669757/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="Birthday Ribbon" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3571669757_1c6f06c4a0_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy over lots of things. Not sure if crazy is the correct word-but there are certain items that I just buy and buy and buy and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribbon!! I love ribbon always have-present wrapping ribbon, cheerleader hair ribbon, wreath ribbon, Christmas ribbon and light blue 1st birthday ribbon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Hobby Lobby looking for ribbon I just couldn't decide. If I can't decide I just purchase it all. I certainly don't want to get home and not have just the perfect ribbon. I need ribbon for Cillian's cake plate, his little wreath, the banner I am making, floral arrangements, high chair--the list goes on and on. I love all the gorgeous ribbon I found in light blue-2 different ginghams, stripes, solid, polka dots and the ones you see below don't include the ribbon I gave my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some accessories for Cillian's party. My dining room table has become Party Decorating Central. I have everything all over the table so I can be somewhat organized about what I need to do next. In this picture is my beautiful ribbon, the undecorated cake plate, gingham scrapbook paper and polka dot fabric squares. Hmmmm, can you wait to see where this is all going to show up on Sunday? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks mom for all you are doing, especially "sewing the fabric &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;squares"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Birthday Items by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3572479990/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="1st Birthday Items" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/3572479990_2f53034901_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, tell me some things you are crazy over. I can't wait to hear your obsessions I am sure we have some in common.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another obsession I have is paper-meaning stationary crazy and nutty over wrapping paper, oh and in the same family.....nice paper plates and napkins with cute things on them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3196469316715122231?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3196469316715122231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3196469316715122231&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3196469316715122231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3196469316715122231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-over.html' title='Crazy Over.....'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2884270748414722380</id><published>2009-05-27T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:56:00.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st birthday details'/><title type='text'>You're Invited....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Birthday Details by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3567362461/"&gt;&lt;img height="674" alt="1st Birthday Details" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3567362461_4a64fb172d_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a perfectionist when it comes to my babies birthday parties--it is exhausting! I decided I wanted to use whales for Cillian's 1st birthday. Of course, not just any happy colorful whale. I had in my head something classic, simple and light blue. After searching for months, looking at tons of invites and just not finding what I have pictured in my head......I found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you remember my post a couple of weeks ago I raved about &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. Several, talented people have really made my birthday dreams for Cillian's 1st a reality. The invite above was exactly what I was searching for and had pictured in my head--&lt;a href="http://www.colorbutton.etsy.com/"&gt;Hannah of Colorbutton&lt;/a&gt; worked with me to get the correct placement and wording. She also does labels and other stationary. Perfect!! I am so pleased. I ordered lots of labels and stickers from her and she has been a dream to work with. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;see stickers below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Birthday details by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3568200732/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="1st Birthday details" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/3568200732_ea4d53ffd9_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st birthday details by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3567398737/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="1st birthday details" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3567398737_28f7665cd8_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The colors for the party are light blue and white. I am mixing in polka dots and gingham all in the same hues and of course whale silhouettes. Everything is coming together perfectly. I will show you how I use the fab stickers at a later date. The party is going to be elegant baby boy--just like my sweet Cillian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More details later--hope you like but if not that is ok because I am in love with my simple theme (so not a birthday theme, boyish theme girl) and all the wonderful details that I have planned!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Countdown continues......359 days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2884270748414722380?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2884270748414722380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2884270748414722380&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2884270748414722380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2884270748414722380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited....'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5481103202497284676</id><published>2009-05-26T15:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:38:02.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time in carseat'/><title type='text'>358 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>How cool! Cillian has been on this phenomenal earth for 358 days. I guess it is cool. I have been so busy planning and thinking and pondering birthday ideas for the last six months--now I am freakin'--&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cillian is gonna be "1" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in just one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I will be exhausted and in tears really just because he is so amazing and God is super duper amazing to have made this incredible baby for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am gonna try to share some of my birthday details with you for the next week and then I will show you pictures of it all pulled together on the big day--I say try because I have a lot to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, not really birthday related but kinda coming of age related. We put Cillian in his big boy carseat on Monday and drove around. He loved it--whole new world. He clapped and stared outside the window. Sweet, grinning thing looked so tiny in that seat--maybe I should just put him back in the baby seat-sniff, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Time in carseat by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3568056092/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="1st Time in carseat" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3568056092_b0cffc15cc_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st time in carseat by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3567255071/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="1st time in carseat" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3312/3567255071_b0da4773e9_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at those baby teeth!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Second, Cillian took his first couple of steps today. He is standing on his own all the time and claps for everything, claps for Cash or even just himself! Just the other day he picked up my cell phone and put it to his ear-what does that tell ya? Yeah, just what I was thinking ......smart baby-he,he!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I thank you for sharing in my birthday excitement and hope you enjoy hearing all about the big "1" for the next week or so. I am telling you first birthdays are such an enormous deal and trust me I am making it a huge deal!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5481103202497284676?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5481103202497284676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5481103202497284676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5481103202497284676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5481103202497284676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/358-days-and-counting.html' title='358 Days and Counting'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8304361131003755869</id><published>2009-05-25T22:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:20:47.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrington Vineyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>It's My Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="May 23, 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3564960977/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="May 23, 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3564960977_e469aca9c9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my party and I will drink if I want to!! Ha, funny for a nursin' mama, but I can celebrate a little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was my birthday. It was a fantastic day--I have to say. Oh, by the way I won't have another Saturday birthday until 2016 when I will really be OLD!! Anyway, after kisses and gifts from all my lil' Irishmen we were off to start the celebrating at Noshville Deli for omelets. Cash had his kiddie cup from last time and got to have Free pancakes-wouldn't ya know that he ate 1 1/2 griddle cakes when we pay for 'em he eats notta! Noshville really has the best omelets I had spinach and cheese and of course a tasty bloody Mary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I got the boys settled at home I decided to hit the spa for a facial. Nice thing to do on your birthday I just made sure I told the skin care expert not to give me tips on my dry face--do not need to hear about how dry my face is or how many age spots I have! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once home I showered got the boys ready and the entire family (LoLo and Papa) was off for a night of jazz at the vineyard-&lt;a href="http://www.arringtonvineyards.com/"&gt;Arrington Vineyards&lt;/a&gt;. What a fantastic place! I loved everything about the wonderful countryside vineyard owned by Kix Brooks (of Brooks and Dunn). We brought a picnic, blankets, chairs and relaxed enjoying great wine and a beautiful view of the vineyards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It really is an awesome concept. The boys loved the music and clapped to the beat. Greg and I enjoyed a complimentary wine tasting. I ran into Kix himself and I also ran into several old friends. Greg and I fed Cillian his own picnic dinner, of course in shifts. Cash and LoLo ran in the grass all the way down to the vineyards but thankfully left the grapes on the vine!! And last but not least, Papa almost put Cash in the "comode" (inside joke!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family sang "Happy Birthday" to me and Cash helped blow the candles out. I have to say it was a memorable birthday and all my wishes are coming true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="May 23, 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3564918997/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="May 23, 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3564918997_cc93276639_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silly family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="May 23, 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3564928883/"&gt;&lt;img height="494" alt="May 23, 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3564928883_6b28867e40_o.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Cash, Cillian and LoLo--Cash is gettin' super silly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="May 23, 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3565794854/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="May 23, 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3565794854_0607fe64cd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cillian and Greg playing after dinner-cute bib, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although I have to say I am not really happy how the monogram turned out-oh well, picky mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8304361131003755869?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8304361131003755869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8304361131003755869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8304361131003755869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8304361131003755869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s My Party!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3564960977_e469aca9c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3904055646146458146</id><published>2009-05-18T06:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:09:00.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodeo 2009'/><title type='text'>Nightmare at the Rodeo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Getting into it! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3540726017/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Getting into it!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2132/3540726017_67f45023d6_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend was the 60th Annual Franklin Rodeo. It was a yee-haw of a great time. Cash was really excited, especially since last weekend we watched the parade at a friends house downtown. He kept asking me if they were going to throw out candy at the acutal rodeo. I think if I had said "yes" he would have been a million more times excited! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rodeo was packed with cowboys, hats, boots, horses, big belts and a energetic crowd. The rodeo started with parade of flags -horses ran around the arena carrying the state flag as well as our country's flag. The Star Bangle Banner and prayer got everyone into the spirit and tradition of the rodeo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash had a great time clapping and couldn't take his eyes off the arena-at first. Cillian didn't know which way to look and his sweet head turned every which way all the while clapping with the crowd, too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It didn't take long and Cash was looking around at all the other little cowboys. "What does that little boy have, Mama?" I grabbed his hand and we were off to find the vendors-I knew it wouldn't take long for him to see all the goodies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We came back to our seats with blue cotton candy. Cash thought it was so neat because, "I don't even have to chew it!" I asked Cash if he knew what it was called--I will never forget his face. He pondered my question for a couple of minutes. He looked at me very confidently and said somewhat exaggerated, "Fudge!" It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Fudge at the Rodeo! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3541553348/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Fudge at the Rodeo!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3541553348_191a8b2628_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As we watched the cowboys rope and ride, it seemed as if these little lit swords were swarming around us. Wouldn't ya know! "What do they have, Mama?" I already had my 20 bucks in my pocket and off we went. We got up to the vendor who was selling swords that lit up in blue, green and red. There were lots of other glowing items as well. Not being real experienced at this kinda shopping with my 3 yr. old I said, "What would you like, Cash?" He did not even hesitate. "The glasses, please." He wanted the red glowing over sized -I guess you would call 'em sunglasses. I convinced him they were for bigger boys and we left with a super cool glowin' red sword-we left swingin!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash was excited to take his sword out into the night. As we walked out of the rodeo into the dark, he practiced protecting us and swinging his sword. He posed and flipped on his sword, "What do I look like?" I replied, "I don't know, Cash. What do you look like?" Cash very super hero-ish said, " I am a nightmare!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He was serious. We walked to our car and as he continued to "protect" us--he would make comments like, "That's what nightmares do!" In the car there were more nightmare discussions. "Are nightmares nice?" my superhero asked. "Of course, they are nice," I convinced him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, in conclusion I just have to say and I informed Cash, too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You are the best nightmare I have ever had!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Little too Much Excitement by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3541598784/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Little too Much Excitement" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2143/3541598784_ccd1235900_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Franklin Rodeo 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3540802161/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Franklin Rodeo 2009" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/3540802161_0140d9aaf6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Franklin Rodeo by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3541617384/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Franklin Rodeo" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/3541617384_e2a48d1f7f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Guess I better watch my choice of words. Here lately, depending on where we have been Target, grocery store or the mall I will come in the house and say to Greg, "He was a nightmare!" Fantastic that Cash is taking it as a good nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3904055646146458146?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3904055646146458146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3904055646146458146&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3904055646146458146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3904055646146458146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmare-at-rodeo.html' title='Nightmare at the Rodeo!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/3540802161_0140d9aaf6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7108209096615350978</id><published>2009-05-14T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:56:01.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><title type='text'>That's Some Special Agent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Special Agent Cash by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3530412640/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Special Agent Cash" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3530412640_d5a1fda501_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Agent Cash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I have to say I didn't think I would see the day when Cash would play make believe! He has been pretending to be things, people and do all kinds of tricks and feats. Actually, this has been going on for over a year and it just keeps getting better and better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of Cash's characters is a diver. Sometimes it will be a week or so before the diver comes out, but right now in the midst of swim class--the diver is here! He has several masks, flippers, snorkel-he always wants to wear gloves and a hat (kinda like the diver in Nemo). I have to explain that our gloves and hat aren't waterproof. It is funny the hat is a winter toboggan that he hardly wore in the winter-now he wears it when it is 80 degrees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we were shopping the other day we saw some rash guards. You know the tight sometimes long sleeve shirts that are very similar to what diver's wear. Cash, who never trys on anything for me immediately took off his shirt and tried it on in the store. Darn, too big--imagine that! So, I convinced him that I would find him one really soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, I found the perfect rash guard for Cash. I called him on my way home and told him that I had a surprise for him to wear--mmmm, wonder what it could be. He was beside himself--Cash gets super duper excited about things and he was crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hurry, Hurry. Put on that rash guard, swim trunks, flippers, mask, snorkel and dive into the bathtub!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash "jumped" in our bathtub and started diving. He was thrilled and kept saying, "Thanks, I love my diving suit." I think since it was long sleeves he thought it would keep him warm. He kept saying, "Now I will be warm."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, on to the real point of this post. Cash was doing his training exercises (you know like OSO) and blowing bubbles. Sometimes, he would swallow a ton of water and get all choked up. The second time, LoLo and I bent down and were patting him on the back and kinda concerned. We both kept saying, "Are you OK-cough it up, your fine..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know how sometimes you think you are done coughing and try to talk. Well, Cash in between coughs just looked at us and said, "It's all part of the plan!" He paused and then added, "More or less!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My witty little diver! He used that in the exact same context that OSO uses it (special agent OSO is on Playhouse Disney). That comment was the funniest thing I have heard probably ever out of his mouth---at that comment we just cracked up and of course diver Cash was just fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He added his last bit of wit as I walked out of the bathroom to nurse Cillian--"Five more minutes Cash and then let LoLo help you get out, " I said. "OK, I am going to do my training exercises!" (again a line from OSO)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to say watching him dive around that tub I have got myself one Super Special Agent!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Special Agent Cash by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3530455748/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Special Agent Cash" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2280/3530455748_12c2973434_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Very Special Agent or Diver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7108209096615350978?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7108209096615350978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7108209096615350978&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7108209096615350978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7108209096615350978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-some-special-agent.html' title='That&apos;s Some Special Agent'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1991894167744953049</id><published>2009-05-12T06:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:08:01.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washing machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>No Next Day-No Laundry!</title><content type='html'>Next day delivery is awesome.........wait let me re-think that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say in most cases next day delivery is a wonderful thing. I mean there is almost nothing you can't have on your doorstep by the next day. It is really crazy when you think about it--I've ordered birthday shirts, food, flowers, perfume you name it--I pay for it and it is here the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to calm down on the 'ole next day delivery. Maybe rest for a week-wear clothes I haven't even thought about for months-let Cash go without big boy underwear-have Greg wash his undershirts in the sink-save on electricity---Just have a party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My washer has gone to junkyard heaven!! While I hate to spend the money on a new one, I went shopping yesterday a little excited. However, that excitement soon wore off as I listened to too many opinions and saw vacation/fun/entertainment money flying around. Appliance shopping soon lost its dazzle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It can be there next day!" closed the sales lady with glee. "Fantastic!" I joyfully replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, let me RE-THINK this next day delivery thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy. Once all the commotion settled--I have come to the conclusion that if I really make a sound, educated decision on my purchase and not be too hasty, take my time-------I don't have to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the best thing I have heard in a while. No Next Day Delivery--No Laundry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am feeling rested already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1991894167744953049?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1991894167744953049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1991894167744953049&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1991894167744953049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1991894167744953049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-next-day-no-laundry.html' title='No Next Day-No Laundry!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4758161010150539598</id><published>2009-05-08T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:04:01.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><title type='text'>Crazy in the Car</title><content type='html'>Cash and I have been really crazy in the car. We have been dancing, pretending and having silly chats. Cillian has been joining in the fun, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure people that pass us on the rode here lately are probably thinking "that crazy mom can't dance." I select song #3 on the CD and the jammin' begins. Cillian starts clapping to the beat, Cash claps and moves his body (best he can strapped in) and I throw my hands in the air like I just don't care!! The "I like to Move it, Move it" song makes the three of us crack up and smile every time. It is so laughable when Cillian starts as soon as the music starts--very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going to Music Class yesterday I looked back at Cash and he was grabbin' at something in the air. I looked at him kinda weird and he said, "I think there are lots of kisses in here!" My heart just swelled. Every night at bedtime Cash and I play a game we call "Catch a Kiss" as I leave his room I stand at the end of his bed and he blows lots kisses. I jump up high to catch 'em. Sometimes I have to reach low, over the bed and sometimes I have to be really fast--Cash blows those kisses super fast!! At the end of the game, I blow him kisses and he catches them. We always keep them safe in our heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are always rushing to our class, I took my flavored coffee with me. It didn't take me long to finish it and have that nice lingering coffee breath. I had snatched a stick of gum from the house and put it in my pocket (remember I have a gum crazed boy) to tackle my breath. I sneaked it opened, turned my head towards the window and popped it in my mouth. I swear it wasn't 2 seconds and I heard a little voice from the back say, "I smell gum!" Are you kiddin' me--that Cash has a nose for gum. Guess I am not pulling anything over on him!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cash thinks gum is awesome-it is not a regular thing he does I certainly don't want to start that habit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an interesting conversation about being a man on our way back from Music Class, too. "Mama, is Jesus a man," Cash asked. I responded with, "Well, yes. He was boy and then he grew to be a man. Just like you are a boy and you will become a man one day." Cash's reply couldn't have made me happier, "I don't want to grow into a man." Well, guess what --"Mama, doesn't want you to grow into a man, either!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4758161010150539598?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4758161010150539598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4758161010150539598&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4758161010150539598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4758161010150539598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-in-car.html' title='Crazy in the Car'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4177177250017980224</id><published>2009-05-07T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:56:00.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.shopping'/><title type='text'>Finally, A Bargain!!</title><content type='html'>I hardly ever find a bargain I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give you a little background into my philosophy of bargain shopping. Is it really a bargain if you don't absolutely love it--beyond a reasonable doubt. Probably not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I aren't full blown snobs but we like nice things. Why spend money on numerous inexpensive items when you can get one expensive item and LOVe, LOVe, LOVe IT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am not much of a TJ Maxx and the like type of shopper. I once bought a pair of jeans from Target--very cute. But, in one week the button had popped off (no they weren't too small, either) and this mama just doesn't have time to get it fix or fix it myself. That is why I stick to my designer jeans that make me OH so Happy--even if I have only 2 pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my boy's wardrobes--I am the same. If I find a sale on something that is medicore let's just say for $12, my thinking is Hey! Why not use that $12 and buy the $30 shirt that is super cute--I would actually only pay $18 for it --providing I don't purchase the $12 outfit that is ordinary. Are 'ya following me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes those discount stores surprise me. Or I should say I finally hit it just right. I had a grand time in TJ Maxx the other day. I found a $3.99 picture frame, one of those cute and stylish maxi dresses, kitchen table decor, and placemats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you that next to stationary--I am also a linen nut. TJ had some fab placemats. A lot of them were in sets of 4 ( I need 6) but that is OK. I couldn't make up my mind which ones to buy. The set I fell in "I love these, gotta have 'em" were $6.99 for 4. In my book, that is a bargain. I bought 2 sets of these placemats that are perfect on my kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found a bargain and fell in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Finally, a Bargain! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3508815771/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="Finally, a Bargain!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3508815771_d221b9e1cf_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Finally, a Bargain! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3508819901/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Finally, a Bargain!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/3508819901_3c900d6b3f_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4177177250017980224?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4177177250017980224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4177177250017980224&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4177177250017980224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4177177250017980224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-bargain.html' title='Finally, A Bargain!!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-9155907036969098090</id><published>2009-05-06T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:01:02.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swim lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash and zachary'/><title type='text'>Swim Lessons Never Change</title><content type='html'>As Cash and I pulled out of our driveway yesterday evening, he in his adorable crab swim trunks, crab t-shirt and polywalks (Stride Rite's version of Crocs-Cash's feet are too small for Crocs) me in flip-flops and J.Crew pull on dress (you know the kind you throw on over a swimsuit)--we had a mission. I guess I should say Cash had a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we were on our way to Cash's first &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; swim lesson. So, we began to talk about how the class would play out and the things that they would learn. He was very excited--his exact words, "Mama, I am really excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being a past swim instructor for practically half my life, was a little apprehensive. I certaintly didn't want to be a "this is how you should teach" type of mom--but Hey! I was a great swim instructor in my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove through downtown Franklin I explained to Cash how I taught swim lessons to little children just his age many years ago. "You need to encourage the others," I said pumping Cash up. "Listen to your instructor so you can learn to swim," I pleaded. "You will blow bubbles, probably sit on the edge of the pool and kick your feet, and take turns performing," I continued.&lt;br /&gt;"Will they dunk me under," Cash asked. "Never, " I replied. I informed him that I never did that as a swim instructor and that when he was ready he could do it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the pool area I was taken back 20 years. The smell of clorine, wet concrete and barefooted lifeguards prancing around with whistles around their neck-oh the glorious simple days of having the wardrobe of a lifeguard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and his friend Zachary took their places at the edge of the pool just as I had explained to Cash. All the eager 3 year olds were instructed to kick their feet in the water, then they each took turns blowing bubbles, kicking with the instructor and floating on their back (Cash will get to that next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the class went just as I had relayed it to Cash. He did wonderfully especially for another new venue this week. I have a feeling my little diver really watched and listened tonight, next class.......watch out Michael Phelps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Swim Class by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3505754101/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="1st Swim Class" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3505754101_1156a867ca_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cash and Zachary's 1st Swimming Lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-9155907036969098090?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9155907036969098090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=9155907036969098090&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9155907036969098090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/9155907036969098090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/swim-lessons-never-change.html' title='Swim Lessons Never Change'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8910203100939270129</id><published>2009-05-05T06:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:56:01.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sticky Fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash and zachary'/><title type='text'>Sticky Fingers</title><content type='html'>Sticky Fingers! What a great name for an art class for 3 year olds-even better moms don't have to deal with the "sticky fingers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Cash went to a drop off art class with Zachary. Cash has done a couple of clay classes at Ms. Mary's of &lt;a href="http://http//www.preciousprintsstudio.com/"&gt;Precious Prints&lt;/a&gt; and is comfortable there, however Sticky Fingers is a new venue for him. He was excited to be in the class with his good buddy Zach. Zach has been to the classes before and is a pro! The class is a couple times a week for a month and the artists' bring home art daily. This week the focus is Mother's Day so it is a suprise--can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first to arrive to the class and when I went to kiss Cash bye he said, "I think maybe we should wait outside the room for Zachary." Guess he wasn't quite ready for me to leave. I was getting a little nervous even when Zachary arrived-Cash was clingy--but then again he is my baby and that is his personality. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched him for a few minutes and decided he was going to be just fine. The best part for me is returning to pick him up (hour and a half later) and his excited face. You would think that I had a huge sack of gum or something--hehe!! No, just wonderful mama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash ran to me and gave me a big hug and big kiss, he was so overjoyed to see me. What a loving, sweet boy I have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great part of the class--when the moms pick up their preschoolers---no Sticky Fingers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="1st Day of Sticky Fingers by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3503617426/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="1st Day of Sticky Fingers" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/3503617426_8b30abbe4a_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st Day of Sticky Fingers Art Class Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8910203100939270129?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8910203100939270129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8910203100939270129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8910203100939270129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8910203100939270129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/sticky-fingers.html' title='Sticky Fingers'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5208698464616343017</id><published>2009-05-04T06:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:26:01.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum dish for Cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My Newest Obsession</title><content type='html'>Between blogging and my latest obsession, I am getting very little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a party every night on my couch with all my new blogger friends, reading blogs, commenting and being inspired by some fab moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is another party. Newest online craze for me and my computer....&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;!! If you haven't visited you should or maybe you shouldn't. I am amazed at all the talent that is on that site-incredible. Right now, I am a huge fan. Great applique shirts, invitations, ceramics, jewelry, the list goes on and on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working with a fantastic and fun chick on Cillian's 1st birthday bib and hat! Rachel at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5744498&amp;amp;ga_search_query=goldenshop&amp;amp;ga_search_type=seller_usernames"&gt;Golden Sew Cute&lt;/a&gt; is just like me--wants my bib and hat for Cillian to be perfect and is neurotic about her work just like I am about Cillian's party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled on a little funny gift for Cash--really I am just kidding. Maybe in a couple of years I will surprise him. He would die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish is from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21507736"&gt;Plays with Clay&lt;/a&gt;. I just had to chuckle when I saw it--course Cash's would be blue and he would need to be a regular gum chewer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331795700175657826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sf5X8LPs22I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gaKpFbmkHQE/s320/il_430xN_58843699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, hope you enjoyed hearing about my time stealers. It is a sure fire way to a dirty house but sometimes it is nice to just have some mindless activity and veg out with the computer, friends and Etsy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5208698464616343017?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5208698464616343017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5208698464616343017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5208698464616343017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5208698464616343017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-newest-obsession.html' title='My Newest Obsession'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sf5X8LPs22I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gaKpFbmkHQE/s72-c/il_430xN_58843699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1508302733234955899</id><published>2009-05-02T16:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:29:30.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>11 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian @ 11 months by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3494472839/"&gt;&lt;img height="446" alt="Cillian @ 11 months" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3494472839_a98a3af7e9_o.jpg" width="670" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Cillian is 11 months. It is just not possible that in another month my fun loving baby is going to be 1 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This year has gone so fast and has been incredible. I am excited about Cillian's 1st birthday and yet at the same time apprehensive. I would love for him to stay at this stage a little longer!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right now, I am in the midst of planning his perfect birthday party. I say perfect because I have been selecting items and planning his day for many months. My computer file labeled "Cillian's Birthday" is huge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the next month I will share some of my birthday thoughts, share some of the parties I have planned for Cash and of course share Cillian's big day with you all. You will soon see that I am somewhat neurotic about my boy's parties and plan down to the detail in an effort to make it enormously memorable for my babies! I come up with some of my best ideas while I am in "nursing mode."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For now, I will leave you all with the foods that Cillian is eating at 11 months. It amazes me mostly because I hardly ever started Cash early on anything --I never rushed anything at all. Cash started baby food at 8 or 9 months and didn't start solids until after a year. Cillian being the 2nd is a different story!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Foods Cillian has tried and of course liked them all: pizza, rice, turkey meatballs, watermelon, bananas, refried beans, guacamole, french toast, pancakes, broccoli, peas, eggs, strawberries, and sweet potatoes--&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May 3 first time eating Dunkin Donuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a feeling this next month I will be experiencing a lot of changes when it comes to Cillian!! (sniff, sniff)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, can I just say what a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; deal turning 1 is!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1508302733234955899?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1508302733234955899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1508302733234955899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1508302733234955899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1508302733234955899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-months.html' title='11 Months!'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5637689540878112559</id><published>2009-05-01T06:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:15:01.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games Cillian plays'/><title type='text'>Peek-a-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Peek-a-Boo by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3490672712/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Peek-a-Boo" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3490672712_9871bcf936_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I see you!! I see my sweet baby boy, who is about a month away from turning "1!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cillian picks things up really quickly. It is so exhilarating to see how he interprets our actions and our sounds. Recently, we have been enjoying games of peek-a-boo. Sometimes his squeezeable, open left hand covers his left eye and sometimes that "wonderfully made" hand just makes it to his mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I would like to think that he is blowing kisses, but we are just getting to that game. Not sure what he will do for that since it might overlap on the 'ole peek-a-boo game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cillian wants to play peek-a-boo often. While he and I were outside playing in the grass....I was taking pictures and I guess he thought it was a perfect time to play "I see you, Mama." Sometimes, he will take off crawling down the hallway, stop, turn around, and proceed to play peek-a-boo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is really makes everyone laugh mainly because you never know where his little hand is gonna land on his face!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peek-a-Boo :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I see Cillian Hasty O'Brien-my wonderfully made, beautiful, funny, laughing, never has met a stranger, will always be my baby---boy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can I just shout out in profound &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt;?!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5637689540878112559?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5637689540878112559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5637689540878112559&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5637689540878112559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5637689540878112559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-Boo'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-2828275908853326351</id><published>2009-04-29T06:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:30:03.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner at the park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>I have growing pains. The kinda pain that leaves you a little happy, a little sad, a little proud and in tears a whole lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know "Mommy Growing Pains" or should I say "Babies growing way too fast Pains." My babies are growing way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am not missing anything and that I am making our everyday memorable one way or the other. This Mama job has a lot of ups 'n downs and sometimes all during the same moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks I have been experiencing random feelings of pains. Just the other day, Cash ran (he has a giddy little run) over to the neighbor's. As I was watering plants, I saw him run back to me. "Mama, can I go in Becca's house." Cash excitedly entered the neighbor's house and I had a happy/sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy because he went without me--very good for my shy boy. I was sad because he went without me. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my baby is not that shy anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside yesterday, Cash and I planted some herbs and played in the water. I went in the house to make sure Cillian was still sound asleep and Cash continued playing with the hose. All he needed was a hose and not much else. Anyway, I stayed in a little longer to fix lunch and I looked out the kitchen window. I saw my sweet boy very happily playing with the hose all alone. It was fun to watch him without him knowing! At one point, I caught him putting the nozzle in his mouth and spraying water-he got his face sprayed. It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy because he was playing without me--good for my dependent boy. I was sad because he was playing without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, Cash, Cillian and I went to Panera to grab dinner to go. We drove to the park clapping and singing silly songs. Dinner and the park-great combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash ran his adorable giddy little run over to the jungle gym. I got our dinner out and took care of feeding my hungry baby, Cillian. Every few minutes, I would call out to Cash to come grab a bite. Cash grew right before my eyes. He was so adventurous and brave. I ran over to him as he climbed one of those swirly tower things-you know the one where when you get to the top you have to reach and step onto the jungle gym platform-"I am a big boy. I can do it." And he did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud he did it all by himself.-he was proud, too. At the same time, I was sad that he did it all by himself. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he is becoming so daring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is no end to this range of happy/sad emotions. It is just coming way too quickly and my baby Cash is growing up way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing Pains......does anyone know what a Mama can take for 'em?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-2828275908853326351?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2828275908853326351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=2828275908853326351&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2828275908853326351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/2828275908853326351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7030931783054354357</id><published>2009-04-28T08:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:03:12.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s shows'/><title type='text'>"It's All Part of the Plan"</title><content type='html'>My general conversation with Cash after he hops into bed with me at 6:30am in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (with closed eyes): "Close your eyes for 30 minutes and then Oso will be on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cash reluctantly, but tired says: "OK"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten minutes later, Me (eyes still closed): "Close your eyes, Oso will be on in a few minutes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cash: "OK"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 6:50am, Me (looking at the clock): "Cash, close your eyes for 10 minutes and then Oso will be on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cash (beginning to get restless): "I want to watch Oso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (starting to wake up): "In ten minutes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, it is 7am CST!! Time for special agent Oso. The catchy music starts and the adorable wanna be "James Bond' panda bear bounces onto our TV screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329739354863226754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SfcJtIAKz4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/R16VKBeijzA/s400/111331-101007-pre-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is a rather addicting new Playhouse Disney show-Oso is a special agent in training his mission is to help kids accomplish certain tasks with lots of fun and humor. Oso uses 3 special steps as directed by his computerized accomplice "Paw Pilot" to help guide us through missions like: getting dressed, cleaning your room or using the library. It is all very spy-like and official - I enjoy it, Cash loves it. We go around singing the tune and saying Oso's catch phrases from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me at 7am in the morning. &lt;strong&gt;"It's All Part of the Plan!"&lt;/strong&gt; You know the plan to catch a few more zzzzzzzz's, the plan to not get up, the plan to rest as much as you can for another busy, mission-filled day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love mine and Cash's morning routine--It is a Great Plan!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7030931783054354357?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7030931783054354357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7030931783054354357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7030931783054354357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7030931783054354357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-part-of-plan.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s All Part of the Plan&quot;'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SfcJtIAKz4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/R16VKBeijzA/s72-c/111331-101007-pre-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-6495309283598017008</id><published>2009-04-24T22:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:14:29.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget.....</title><content type='html'>Today's post is going to be random things/thoughts that have happened. Basically, things that I don't want to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I had a great time washing my car today with Cash. It was a gorgeous, hot day and he was the cutest shirtless, shoeless, drenched assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;Cillian stood all by himself the other day, twice. Once, he stood for 10 sec. and the second time he stood for 30 seconds. By the time I grabbed my camera he had fallen. I loved the look on his face when he realized he wasn't holding on to anything. Won't be long........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;Cillian ate goldfish for the first time and fussed for more. I think he likes it when they crunch-crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Our pet rabbit from last year has returned. It is amazing how tame Peter is and how close he allows us to get. We love watching him out our picture window as we eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cash changes clothes about 20 times a day. Every time I go into his room--clothes are everywhere. I can't keep them picked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**A lot of the time Cash prefers to be naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I bought Cillian a blue and green Playtex sippy cup. I love the color-he loves to chew on the spout. However, I put my mouth to it and exaggerated sucking on it---he picked it right up and had his first drink of water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cilllian has two top teeth and two bottom teeth. He has two more coming in on top-that is 6! Cash only had two teeth at a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I am enjoying a new Pinot Noir. I haven't really liked one this much in a while. It has a screw cap and is called RedTree-a CA Pinot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cillian has the most adorable wave I have ever seen. He waves his arm and wrist instead of his fingers. Very Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cash's prayer tonight: "Dear God, Bless Cillian and please make Derby better. Help him to drink lots n lots of water. Amen." When Derby was sick my vet said to make sure he didn't get dehydrated. My prayer one night was for Derby to drink lots n lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**As I snuggled in bed with Cash tonight, he asked why my nose was running (his words, actually). I told him no reason. Guess I can't fool him. He quickly said, "Mama, Derby will be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Cash wanted me to read him the Easter Story. It is actually a children's book that I bring out every Easter along with all the other Easter themed books. It is a scriptural telling of the first Easter from the &lt;em&gt;International Children's Bible&lt;/em&gt;. Man, the questions really started when Cash saw the illustration of Jesus mostly naked on the cross. Thankfully, (since he is just 3) he was very concerned about why Jesus was naked. He has asked me all afternoon to tell him my paraphrased story about Jesus being naked. So, that was our bedtime story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-6495309283598017008?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6495309283598017008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=6495309283598017008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6495309283598017008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/6495309283598017008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget.....'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4220830290036273957</id><published>2009-04-22T20:38:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:22:53.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firetrucks'/><title type='text'>Fire = Elated 3 Yr. Old</title><content type='html'>You see a lot of exciting things when there is a fire. You see firemen, policemen, ambulances, firetrucks, police cars, a caravan of let's all go check it out cars, onlookers lining the streets, and billowing smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also hear a lot of things. You hear roaring firetrucks, police cars blaring, sirens of ambulances and screeching car tires coming to an abrupt halt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all of this that you already know, but I just want to paint a clear picture of what my 3yr old experienced yesterday on our return trip home from the park. He experience pure little boy excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stopped on the side of Main Street by the 1st Baptist Church as all the emergency vehicles whizzed by our car. "Wow" said Cash as I would look in my rear view mirror and update him on what was getting ready to speed by us.    &lt;em&gt;I just love it when he says that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as all the cars slowly started on their way.....we joined the caravan. I thought why not, especially when Cash and I began to see the extremely dark gray smoke rising into the blue sky. "Wow" Cash said again when he saw the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange following all the vehicles to the site (don't usually do that), then when we got as far as we could, saw all the onlookers, saw all the emergency vehicles at a standstill we turned around. Cash of course wanted to go back again. I told him we didn't want to get in the way and that everyone there had a job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was the sweet 10month old doing while all this was going on....couldn't really see anything but could hear a lot of noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry!!! Cry!!! Cry!! What did ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home, I said to Cash, "I bet Cillian is probably wondering what all that noise is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash's clear response was, "That is bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is bad news?" &lt;em&gt;knowing what he meant just wanted to hear it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash's reply, "That noise is bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta hand it to the 3 yr old.....he knows what he is talking about. He actually said it a couple more times on the quick ride home as we could still see the surging smoke. "All that is bad news" he informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never found out what actually happened, but I hope if anyone was involved they are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the things that come out of my boys mouth!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4220830290036273957?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4220830290036273957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4220830290036273957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4220830290036273957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4220830290036273957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/fire-elated-3-yr-old.html' title='Fire = Elated 3 Yr. Old'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1381314128884817096</id><published>2009-04-21T09:23:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:50:49.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby food'/><title type='text'>Preschooler Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Se3b1WnXr7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/jqoCo0zWuR8/s1600-h/02392330082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327155643899424690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Se3b1WnXr7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/jqoCo0zWuR8/s400/02392330082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean Baby Food!! Oh, well if they eat it and there is protein involved who am I to deny my skinny, hardley eats preschooler of a good organic meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure everyone with more than one child has experienced baby food family style. I lick the spoon when Cillian's done eating, Cash picks out his favorite flavor and Cillian's and dinner is on the table. Cash's fruit of choice last night was Prunes and Apples and he really enjoys the Split Pea and Turkey gourmet dinner. At least, he is getting a gourmet dinner one way or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really not concerned about Cash's eating-he will eat when he gets hungry, but if he wants to eat baby food-hey, it is something, it is calories and he likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it funny how two babies can be so different? Cillian is eating table food. Cash didn't eat table food until 13 months, maybe. Cillian is HUNGRY-Cash is NOT hungry, ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to the flavors they actually like the same flavor of baby food! The split pea and turkey is a favorite and the chicken and brown rice is a super big hit. Nice thing is at least the split pea has 5 grams of protein!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm, dinner in a jar---I like it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327155850371592674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Se3cBXyK8eI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LVUBxl5OcTo/s400/02392350072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1381314128884817096?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1381314128884817096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1381314128884817096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1381314128884817096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1381314128884817096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/preschooler-food.html' title='Preschooler Food'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Se3b1WnXr7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/jqoCo0zWuR8/s72-c/02392330082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-4651104310491566367</id><published>2009-04-15T22:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:36:02.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break 2009'/><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Spring Break 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3445875147/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="Spring Break 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3445875147_a161046a68_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Excuse me, who wouldn't love a time out at the beach? I know I would love a time out at the beach, a spa, Starbucks, the bookstore, Maui, or even my bed. If you are doing the "stay in time out for as many minutes as you are old"......even better for me (over 30 something minutes)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the beach is not such a great place for a 3 year old to have a time out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you love to have a time out? Oh, you can tell how long you will be in time out, too!  &lt;em&gt;just kiddin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-4651104310491566367?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4651104310491566367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=4651104310491566367&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4651104310491566367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/4651104310491566367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7483626544181679041</id><published>2009-04-14T14:58:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:41:49.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water drums'/><title type='text'>Two Cuties in the Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bathtime by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3441979461/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Bathtime" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3331/3441979461_61c52ba855_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Bathtime Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub a dub dub....two cuties in the tub!! Or should I say two musicians, or two brothers, or two tadpoles, or two divers, or two silly sweet peas!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cash and Cillian took a bath together for the first time on Saturday. We had just gotten back from Spring Break late on Friday and it was a chilly day before Easter. So, we had fun in the tub with all the duckies. I have a cubby hole in their bathroom filled with all kinds of rubber duckies--one day it will make for a super great photo. For now, the boys just had fun being together and sharing a few duckies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cillian thought it was terrific being in the tub with Cash. He loves the bathtub so much and always has a splish splashy time by himself. Well, it certaintly was double the fun!! They played the water drums together, Cash squirted Cillian with the duckies and Cillian patted Cash's bare bottom as Cash took up the entire tub laying on his tummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say it was the most adorable thing ever and I have been looking forward to this time since Cillian was born. I didn't worry about who was clean, who wasn't, I just let them have fun and splash away!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon, I will introduce Cillian to another fun bath event--bubbles! I know his face will be priceless!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Notice Cillian's chubby little legs in the top photo and the last photo. I just can't stand it....too cute!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bathtime by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3441997105/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="Bathtime" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3441997105_d060ca173d_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0558 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3442838286/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="IMG_0558" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3442838286_8f0cd43ae0_o.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have played and played with the hues of these photos on Flickr. I can't seem to get them to come out the same. Bathroom shots are oh so hard with the fabulous beige background!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7483626544181679041?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7483626544181679041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7483626544181679041&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7483626544181679041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7483626544181679041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-cuties-in-tub.html' title='Two Cuties in the Tub'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7356921975482485088</id><published>2009-04-13T22:54:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:04:24.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyeing eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Easter 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3440999997/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Easter 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3440999997_3e4b1ea762_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lots of 1st this Easter for everyone! After returning from a delighful vacation with LoLo and Papa, we were all excited for the Easter bunny, treats, egg dyeing, worshipping and Easter dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon egg dyeing was a first for all my boys. Cash, Cillian and Greg had a creative and short-lived event. We all dipped our eggs in our color of choice and then proceeded to decorate to our hearts desire--which wasn't very long! Anyway, I have to say it was fun hanging out and decorating the eggs together and for a first timer, Greg was the master decorator. Cash still has dye on his hands and Cillian just loved touching them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday was a beautiful day (a little cloudy) but what an amazing day to celebrate. After sharing in the joy of the Easter bunny and a tasty french toast breakfast, we got dressed in our Easter attire and spent the morning worshipping and celebrating at church. The boys were perfect at church and I just love that Cash joins in the singing/clapping at church. He is very interested when people get "bapmitized." I love the excitement of Easter and the real reason for the holiday makes me feel so humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is risen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 24:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian's 1st Easter by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3441818890/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Cillian's 1st Easter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3441818890_3768f8ca0c.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cillian's 1st Easter 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't show a picture but both Cash and Cillian used my 1st Easter basket I had when I was little. It is a little blue and yellow woven plastic basket. Perfect for a 1st Easter for a sweet blessing and just big enough for a few surprises from the Easter bunny!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7356921975482485088?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7356921975482485088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7356921975482485088&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7356921975482485088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7356921975482485088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-memories.html' title='Easter Memories'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3441818890_3768f8ca0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5515016883421691531</id><published>2009-04-08T15:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:47:44.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom talk'/><title type='text'>Oh the Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>I am crazy about my boys as I know a lot of you are about your children. They are my life and I know now why I waited till my mid-30's to have children. Nothing else matters than their happiness. I am all about creating memories with them, for them and about them! I am not going to miss out on a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really I don't feel like I make any sacrifices. But, sometimes you can't help but think of the things you give up no matter how minuscule. Most of the time it is for the better, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, whenever Cash asks me for a bite of something be it an M&amp;amp;M, ice cream, or fried okra-I give it to him. Less calories for me!! Whenever Cash asks me to play with him in his room, I happily oblige-one day he won't be asking. If he wants to run errands with me on my "mom day" I generally take him-I love one on one time alone with him. If he asks me to lay with him at night in his bed-I always say a positive "yes" there is nothing else I need to do or want to do besides lay with him at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we also have to always remember our kids ages. Cash is only 3 - he loves to do what 3 year olds love to do. Like......swim in the indoor pool on vacation. I am not a nut about germs but I am not crazy about swimming in a heated pool with other strangers ( I like my pool that I know I have cleaned). However, I loved doing it when I was little with my parents on vacation. So, why would my boys be any different. Cash has had a grand time just hanging out at the indoor pool-he doesn't do much but he loves it. So, as his Daddy said "why don't you take him" I said "Go have boy time". Greg is not crazy about the pool either. But, we make the sacrifice and tell ourselves that there are worse things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of interesting sacrifices do you make? Oh, I forgot one.....I don't really drink Diet Coke anymore. Cash always wants a drink so I switched to Sprite--better for his teeth color and mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5515016883421691531?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5515016883421691531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5515016883421691531&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5515016883421691531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5515016883421691531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-sacrifices.html' title='Oh the Sacrifices'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-5372400688070423807</id><published>2009-04-07T22:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:00:19.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cillian&apos;s 1st night in hotel'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Spring Break 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3423191146/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Spring Break 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3423191146_4fd739b29c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Spring Break 2009 by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3422379073/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Spring Break 2009" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3422379073_aec8839d4f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a lot to say about these beautiful pictures, but really the pictures speak for themselves. Cillian's adoring look in Photo #1, the wonderful laughter in Photo #2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't ya just feel the relationship blooming? It really is right before my eyes and it is magnificent. The bond between siblings is unbreakable and Cash and Cillian's bond is off to an amazing start. I enjoy being a part of this incredible bond that will last their entire lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Marc Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-5372400688070423807?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5372400688070423807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=5372400688070423807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5372400688070423807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/5372400688070423807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-brothers.html' title='Beautiful Brothers'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3423191146_4fd739b29c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-24780939956503299</id><published>2009-04-06T14:20:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:20:58.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian at 10 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chubby legs'/><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian at the Beach by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3418324235/"&gt;&lt;img height="440" alt="Cillian at the Beach" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3418324235_19ce4f80c3_o.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cillian is 10 months. I can hardly believe that I need to begin planning the perfect 1st birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 months, Cillian is a dream baby. I know I am his Mama, but he is absolutely gorgeous-I hear it at least 5 times a day from someone and of course I agree. He is really the happiest baby and all smiles. I have never been around a more joyous baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment Cillian awakes he captivates everyone with his charismatic smile and sparkling "Irish" eyes. He is so animated right now and curious-the sand at the beach was a hit! Cillian is mesmerized by his brother and his baby blues follow me no matter where I am in the room-love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second baby is a great sleeper and we love going in his room as he is waking because we know we will be greeted with a happy face and silly giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Cillian can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulls up on something all the time&lt;br /&gt;babble continously&lt;br /&gt;communicate with Cash&lt;br /&gt;shows lots of emotion&lt;br /&gt;stand on his head&lt;br /&gt;eat, eat, eat&lt;br /&gt;feed himself finger food&lt;br /&gt;crawl super fast&lt;br /&gt;push your hand away if it is in his way of something&lt;br /&gt;amuse everyone around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian is a eater, not going to be nursing this one for 18 months-he wants to feed himself. He is already eating table food and practically finishing Cash's plate. I put a new pair of 12 mth shorts on him the other day and oops--gotta go get another pair. He wore them but they were nearly bursting at the seams. I love his legs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cillian, you are an amazing baby and your fun, loving, jubilant spirit is contagious. I am super excited and honored to be your Mama and share your life with you. Thank you for making my every moment memorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="10 months-Legs by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3418466887/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="10 months-Legs" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3418466887_ca2765e866.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cillian at 10 months by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3418478555/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Cillian at 10 months" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3418478555_0470298f3f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-24780939956503299?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/24780939956503299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=24780939956503299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/24780939956503299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/24780939956503299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3418466887_ca2765e866_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3223940147130462170</id><published>2009-04-05T07:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:49:04.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash&apos;s 1st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><title type='text'>What Have You....</title><content type='html'>GOT? Those were my words as Cash and Papa walked back from a 25 cent little walk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cash has discovered those wonderful kid magnet machines that you put "coins" in and you get candy, prizes and gum out of. He has gotten really good at spotting them everywhere. I always keep in mind that he is 3 and this is a cool thing for him-course, he could spent an hour looking and putting in coins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner last night, I gave Cash a quarter and said have Papa take you and get a treat out of the machine. Cash had pointed to some jelly bean things on the way in and I promised him "after dinner." My little candy love boy came back with a mouthful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What have you got?" I asked. As I got halfway through my question I already knew the answer. The picture below is how Cash responded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193111619182530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sdis8S9RH8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/rilaJ7hBjwo/s400/P4051621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Gum?" I said/asked Papa. Papa unknowingly confirmed it was gum and said that is what he wanted. As an afterthought Papa added, "Was he not supposed to have it?" Guess you just had to be there and had to know the down and dirty on Cash and gum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For months and months and months, Cash has had an obsession with gum. I have always told him that you have to be a BIG boy to have gum. So, when asked what he wants he will say "I want to eat gum." He goes around saying, "When I get bigger I can eat gum." Or another frequent comment is " I can't wait to get bigger, then I can eat gum" or "When I am a Big Boy I can have gum!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would say that I have done a pretty phenomenal job putting off gum until now. As sad as I am that I now have a Big Boy--watching Cash with that bubblegum was priceless. I have never seen him so ecstatic and just down right giddy. The entire time he had that gum in his mouth he was grinning. He would repeat "I like gum." The expression on his face was so cute and as I watched him with that gum I literally saw him get bigger right before my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cash and his 1st bubblegum experience is something that will always stay in my heart. I will always remember his face and his giddiness. My baby is a Big Boy. (sniff, sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321202525156694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sdi1gPHgWhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/D4lDTZ-ZDGc/s320/P4051622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321202864451009474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sdi1z_Fku8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fZFbZPw6wd0/s400/P4051624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3223940147130462170?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3223940147130462170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3223940147130462170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3223940147130462170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3223940147130462170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-have-you.html' title='What Have You....'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/Sdis8S9RH8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/rilaJ7hBjwo/s72-c/P4051621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-1712820998238054427</id><published>2009-04-03T11:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:45:27.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cillian&apos;s 1st'/><title type='text'>Beach Bound Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdY4AxayTKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ywgoUXxWko/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320501595701660834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdY4AxayTKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ywgoUXxWko/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are on our way.....to the beach!! Thursday we finally packed up the truck, packed up the babies, snacks, strollers, wagon, cameras, sand pails, fishing poles, coolers, tent, bikes, trikes, potty--did I leave anything out? oh, lots of toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travelling with 2 babies is kinda like moving. But, once you get going it is so much fun. Cash is incredibly excited and Cillian is looking forward to his first vacation. We stayed in NC last night and Cash couldn't wait to stay in the hotel-it was actually Cillian's first night ever in a hotel. There will be lots of firsts on this trip--I am excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We weren't on the road more than 5 minutes and Cash was ready to break out the snacks. I always have practically the entire fridge packed and also include lots of fun suprises. Cash loves marshmellows so I surprised him with the cute little bunny mellows. Too cute!! They are little green, purple, yellow and pink marshmellow bunnies. I enjoy experiencing the delight the boys have in just the little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320504542097942034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdY6sRmZphI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XpxwLpUZx1E/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cash has done a great job of not having to go potty every five minutes. I (pat myself on the back) brought the potty! Now Cash can potty just about anywhere-how fun is that. He thinks it is wacky. Thank goodness is wasn't raining when we stopped for a potty break. I told him that it would have been a really wacky photo if Daddy had to hold the umbrella over him while he sat on the potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320506292621392850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdY8SKztu9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/kahsVh9QOIA/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, we are back on the road. Gotta go, I must have wrote too soon----potty break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-1712820998238054427?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1712820998238054427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=1712820998238054427&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1712820998238054427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/1712820998238054427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-bound-babies.html' title='Beach Bound Babies'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdY4AxayTKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ywgoUXxWko/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-469391429712819570</id><published>2009-04-01T07:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:40:04.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wacky things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy brain'/><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So, I am sure that everyone knows what "mommy brain" is......crazy is what it is! I experience it in some form or fashion everyday. Sometimes it is a minor incident (thank goodness) sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost no short-term memory. I really forget that I have done certain things (or not done). I feel just downright stupid most of the time (and I was pretty smart and witty before the babies). They must do something to your brain because I am getting nuttier or as Cash would say wackier everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash and I read a book from the Dr. Seuss series called &lt;em&gt;Wacky Wednesday. &lt;/em&gt;He uses "wacky" daily to describe an event and giggle about it. He will say, "that's wacky." Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to get to my point today.......I have a wacky mommy brain. Here are just a couple examples of my wackiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook in the crock pot, especially since Reynolds makes great crock pot liners. Easy cleanup. Last time I cooked a meal in my crock pot when it came time for clean up I was so upset. The liner was not in the crock pot but right beside the cooker--just sitting there. Great!! I had to do extra cleaning-not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best one! My mother came over Saturday afternoon. Cash was still napping. When he woke up he was excited to see LoLo and Papa at our house. I took advantage of the time to pick up. Lolo proceeded to change Cash's pull-up to his big boy underwear (he is potty trained-just not at naptime). My mother yelled, "who put on Cash's pull-up". I yelled back at her, "I did, why?" As I was yelling back I was walking to Cash's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some brainless mama put the pull up on over Cash's big boy underwear and he had gone #1 and #2. Wonder who that brainless mama was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash of course thought it was the funniest thing ever!! It was pretty funny-I don't even recall doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done WACKY, lately??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-469391429712819570?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/469391429712819570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=469391429712819570&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/469391429712819570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/469391429712819570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/wacky-wednesday.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7717653842353066317</id><published>2009-03-31T12:28:00.047-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:19:49.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Good Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJdor3FInI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfq9iZKSOnA/s1600-h/OBrien_Color-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319417063427875442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJdor3FInI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfq9iZKSOnA/s400/OBrien_Color-69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derby (Feb. 8, 1998 - March 28, 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't really even know how to start this post. Guess I will just say it, but it will just make it that much more real. I lost my sweet, gentle black lab, Derby on Saturday afternoon. He was 11 years old and has been in my life since 1998-wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can I just say that he was the best companion ever and that I am enormously heartbroken--I will say it again, heartbroken. For those of you out there that are dog crazy like I have been over Derby (my first baby) you will more than understand this pain-I don't even have to describe it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, in an effort to write some sort of joyous post about Apple Blossom's Kentubby Derby (his registered name) I will write a letter to my faithful friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dearest Derby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to know that not a day will go by that you are not in my thoughts. You were extremely loved beyond measure. Everyone that came in contact with you always commented on your warm heart, your gentleness, your beautiful coat, your wagging tail, and your easy-going, calm nature. I am so thankful and blessed to have had you in my life and grateful for the things you taught me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have many memories-far too many to mention. These are some of the best. Remember the time:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I slept by your crate all night on the hardwood floor because you were crying all night (you were a puppy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you were a puppy and would go for a walk and sit in the middle of the street and not budge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you played in the fountain at Ault Park and fetched sticks all the way to the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when fireworks would scare you and when you would bark at hot air balloons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you met a skunk and then days later another skunk-stinky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you had a superb time tearing apart stuffed animals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not at all lastly but who could forget your famous "spin move" at the dog parks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a rich and jubilant life, Derby. You are the best dog that I have ever had and ever will have. None will compare to you. Know that I love you and you will never be forgotten. You are the best boy-you are a good boy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saddened immensley,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319427047509131554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJmt1djASI/AAAAAAAAAVA/axPKJkGGfqM/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJmV6rAe4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NENdsI4iYYg/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319426636590906242" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJmV6rAe4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NENdsI4iYYg/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJnGnkxhUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0rDdMl5-8QU/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319427473278076226" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJnGnkxhUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0rDdMl5-8QU/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319429868592568114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJpSC0QFzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qK_mmP4CB7c/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7717653842353066317?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7717653842353066317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7717653842353066317&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7717653842353066317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7717653842353066317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-boy.html' title='Good Boy'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SdJdor3FInI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wfq9iZKSOnA/s72-c/OBrien_Color-69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-3527216907054657823</id><published>2009-03-28T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:16:54.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Beauty of Spring</title><content type='html'>"A Prayer in Spring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;&lt;br /&gt;And give us not to think so far away&lt;br /&gt;As the uncertain harvest; keep us here&lt;br /&gt;All simply in the springing of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;&lt;br /&gt;And make us happy in the happy bees,&lt;br /&gt;The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make us happy in the darting bird&lt;br /&gt;That suddenly above the bees is heard,&lt;br /&gt;The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,&lt;br /&gt;And off a blossom in mid air stands still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is love and nothing else is love,&lt;br /&gt;The which it is reserved for God above&lt;br /&gt;To sanctify to what far ends He will,&lt;br /&gt;But which it only needs that we fulfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simple beauties of Spring! blowing bubbles, green grass, tulips, tweeting birds, laughing babies, barefeet, cool breeze, open windows, fresh cut grass, trees blooming, swinging, new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all the simple things that Spring has to offer, love today, and try not to focus on tomorrow-that is my plan for this glorious day He has given!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-3527216907054657823?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3527216907054657823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=3527216907054657823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3527216907054657823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/3527216907054657823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-of-spring.html' title='Beauty of Spring'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-7633968127471659533</id><published>2009-03-27T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:43:51.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and Cillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Musical Babies</title><content type='html'>What can I say? My boys love music. I couldn't be happier after all, music makes the world go 'round!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Cash was around 6 months we started going to a weekly music class. It was so much fun watching his face light up as we danced around the room, sang songs and learned rhythm patterns. He was fond of the egg shakers. The songs soon became familiar to him and we would sing along with the CD in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is Cillian's turn. I love that Cash and Cillian get to have this experience together. Cillian is very outgoing in class. He sits and dances and crawls around greeting all the other children. When the teacher brings out the instruments he is one of the first to crawl to the center to grab one. Course, older brother and his friends usually beat him to it, but Cillian always finds an instrument so he can join in the fun--making sure he has tasted it along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Cash in Music Class by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3388337117/"&gt;&lt;img height="442" alt="Cash in Music Class" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3388337117_b16fa9f91e_o.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Cash in Music Class 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="My Mozart Baby by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3389109920/"&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="My Mozart Baby" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3389109920_556205be5f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian (a.k.a Mozart) in Music Class 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once home, the boys still continue their musical talents. They love getting all the instruments out and the family forms a band. Cash generally hands everyone an instrument and the noise begins. Cillian has really enjoyed the big floor tom tom that we have, he especially loves pulling up on it. Another favorite of Cillian's is Cash little piano. Just the other night, he pulled himself to a standing position and began playing it and dancing. I just happened to cheer him on saying, "Great job, Mozart". Well, I guess the name stuck because now Cash calls him Mozart. Cash's words were, "Does Mozart wear a diaper?" and "Great job, Mozart." (mimicking me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Music with my babies makes me smile!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-7633968127471659533?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7633968127471659533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=7633968127471659533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7633968127471659533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/7633968127471659533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-babies.html' title='Musical Babies'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3389109920_556205be5f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-634704353226116180</id><published>2009-03-26T07:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:35:40.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Lost in Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Lost in Thought by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3386054591/"&gt;&lt;img height="654" alt="Lost in Thought" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3386054591_7aa254d46c_o.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be too ordinary and say today is "Thoughtful Thursday" but if the picture fits.......post it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash loves looking at the toy magazines that come in the mail. I guess I should say just about any magazine that sells stuff. His magazine at the moment is the Easter edition of Oriental Trading Company. Pointing to different items, he asks "is this to eat, Mama?" Of course he knows that it is chocolate or possibly gum--which is only for really big boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so serious and lost in thought in this picture. In this particular toy magazine he is enthralled by the Limited Edition Indian motorcycle. It is one of those motorized battery operated ride on toys-it actually says it is a genuine 1948 Indian replica-go figure! Anyway, I told Cash that you had to have money to buy it. He asked me and Daddy if we had any money and when we responded "no" he moved on to LoLo and Papa. Funny, how obsessed he is with this motorcycle. Oh, and he is obsessed with the fire truck on the page, too - Boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if these type of magazines are very beneficial. All I can say is that when he sits down looking so cute and stays there for 15 minutes--that's a GREAT thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i think we will try to concentrate on the educational Highlight/HighFive magazine that comes monthly (easier on the wallet). Thanks, Papa for the subscription!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-634704353226116180?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/634704353226116180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=634704353226116180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/634704353226116180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/634704353226116180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-in-thought.html' title='Lost in Thought'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-93449390253567813</id><published>2009-03-25T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:09:56.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cash and Cillian'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Love those Legs! by vikkiobrien, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35393701@N07/3385200406/"&gt;&lt;img height="450" alt="Love those Legs!" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3385200406_f184e38208_o.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Those Legs!&lt;br /&gt;Cillian at 9 months and Cash at 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-93449390253567813?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/93449390253567813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=93449390253567813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/93449390253567813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/93449390253567813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726067683052452257.post-8874547570164692928</id><published>2009-03-24T14:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:38:26.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama/Cash time'/><title type='text'>Shopping for Swimsuits</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know everyone is probably looking forward to reading this one. Since shopping for swimsuits is Oh, so much fun!! Well.....this time it was. I had a personal shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have I peaked your interest. What a great idea to have a personal shopper help me shop for the dreaded swimsuit. Someone that can help put 'em back on the hangers, someone to say no "too small", someone to say nothing at all, and then someone to say "that's the perfect one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you into my personal shopping experience--come on in the dressing room. Imagine a dimly lit dressing room, one chair, a flattering mirror (detect sarcasm) and about 20 swimsuits. Now the fun begins: I begin trying on the swimsuits and thinking to myself "this is gonna be sooo much fun (sarcasm again)" when my personal shopper started undressing and dancin'!! Hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal shopper was none other than my 3year old, Cash. He was having the best time trying on all the swimsuits after I tried them on. The entire dressing room had swimsuits (20 of them) scattered all over the floor. Cash would look in the mirror and say "this one looks like an apron" or "Mama, this one is too big." Wish I could've said that! As he continued, he got more into it, got louder and louder and would say "help me get this one on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the fun ended....I got dressed.....my shopper got dressed....and I came out with the cutest naked boy ever. Oh, he didn't come out naked but he wanted to!! Little naked boys can't ride the mall carousel....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726067683052452257-8874547570164692928?l=2littleirishboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8874547570164692928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=726067683052452257&amp;postID=8874547570164692928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8874547570164692928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726067683052452257/posts/default/8874547570164692928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2littleirishboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-for-swimsuits.html' title='Shopping for Swimsuits'/><author><name>2 Little Irish Boys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815723629360455377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qz-gym2teFE/SeT4eDcTx9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_dZs0C-mq9s/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
