Irishtown

The house my mother was raised in still stands…I know…waaaay back when dinosaurs roamed the land and who would have thought this house would still be functioning. haha.  No but really. Its the only home in Ireland that has been a constant for me.  When I was a kid we would stay there.  when I was a teenager, I stayed there (and remember many nights walking home there after the pub).  As an adult I have branched out and stay with other family or friends BUT Irishtown is always a place we go to every day while on vacation.  I like to see my grandma.  Since I wasn’t raised around older people I can sometimes find it hard to communicate with them. I’m not very good at small talk…and just don’t know WHAT to talk about.  But I love being there..chatting about bullshit…and watching her.  When I was younger I’d water her bake, do laundry, hang clothes, whatever. As my grandma ages I watch her watch people.  She isn’t up and about as much…even though she won’t ever just sit down either.

This trip, my cousin Alan and I would bring the kids down to Irishtown as much as possible ESPECIALLY when the weather was nice…playing in the front yard is something that has been done for years and years.   The fun in Irishtown back in 1989

 

And now the fun in Irishtown is just about the same…bigger kids, better picture quality BUT its all like the same too.

When we are in the kitchen…all jammed in…the kids are usually singing, dancing or eating.  And we watch.  Ella thought it was all SO cool. She learned Ring-Around-The-Rosies..everytime we got to irishtown she would grab Addisons hands and try and play.  So funny.

When outside it could be a mix of soccer using couch pillows as goal posts, building forts with chairs and sheets, playing superheroes with tea towels as capes, and of course more singing, dancing and rolling around.   Here in Ireland you don’t need more to keep entertained. My kids loved it all!

I pray this house is around forever…I want my kids to bring THEIR kids there.  Its tiny small but brings our big family together for any and all occasions.

  

  BUT note to self…while in Ireland rolling around the grass there is the possibility that your child could get a tick….!!  We pulled this sucker of from behind Owen’s right ear…haha Never in California would this happen.

Creepy little thing…pulled him out with tweezers and he was crawling around mom’s hand. Owen cried of course due to fear. haha.  fish bites, tick bites…jesus.