The sky is just a lot closer in Ireland. Here we are on the way to Dublin from the West, and it was black on one side and sunny on the other. I’m no expert on nursing, but I’m not sure who is, because there are so many variables — you, your body, your baby,… Read More »
Every mom can nurse her baby!
From the cloister of the Augustinian Abbey in Adare. I’m continuing the Ireland pictures… When I was born in 1960 my mother nursed me. Yes, she breast-fed me, but she also carried me, cooed at me, held me in her lap while she read…and when she wasn’t holding me, she laid me on a blanket… Read More »
Having a baby and the culture of freaking out.
The River Shannon on the way to Glin, the town where my Irish ancestors are from. I have so many more pictures of Ireland to share with you (stop that groaning right now!). But the drama is pretty much over, so what I’m going to do is write about some other things that are on… Read More »
Beautiful Dingle. I took a lot of pictures…
Okay, now I’ll stop complaining. You know I hate a whiner.The fact that the house wasn’t nice made us resolve to get out and see the country. We received a warm and pressing invitation from the friends I told you about, looked at the map, and decided to go. Wasn’t this a welcome sight? Their… Read More »
Well, it wasn’t romantic or charming.
The main road in Listowel, in Kerry. If you enlarge this picture you might find what I didn’t see at the time — the brown sign on the left…Lawlers Cake Shop! How funny is that…this and the other pretty pictures are of our trip on the way to Dingle, where we were rescued by friends… Read More »