Sunday, December 6, 2015

My Mara

Just over 2 years ago, we were a family of 3. Mo was 2 and 2 months when Mara was born, and I wrote this post to commemorate our short time as just the three of us before we became the four of us in September. 

Now here we are, and Mara is about the same age that Mo was when she was born. Well, almost 1 month older, but close enough. Since I've had 2 kids, I feel like I just naturally post less and less on this blog and on social media in general. Maybe Instagram, but not much elsewhere. So many people do not have the privilege of knowing much about little Miss Mara, my perfectly adorable rascally baby girl. This is me attempting to describe her as she is now.  It is difficult to capture anyone's personality well in writing, but I will try.

Mara is a rascal in the best possible way. She is such a good kid, she does listen and behave well, yet she has this impish side that is at time hilarious and frustrating at times. Sometimes the most frustrating thing is trying not to laugh while disciplining her. It's interesting having a second child, to try and figure out how much of her behavior is learned and how much is innate. Mo has always been a bit more dramatic, reacting emotionally, with tears, to small scrapes or bruises (of which she has plenty). Mara is a bit tougher skinned, but still melts into tears at the smallest pain, except as soon as I say to her "Are you okay?" those tears magically disappear. Which leads me to believe this particular behavior is learned from her older sister. 
This is marker

But on her own, Mara is hilarious. Even as a baby, Mara has loved to be funny. She likes when we laugh at her crazy antics. Currently, she is obsessed with changing her clothes. She knows how to dress and undress herself, which is at times great and annoying. It's nice when she can get herself ready to leave the house, but when she is on her fifth dress of the day and the dirty clothes are piling up, I get a bit annoyed. But I pick my battles, and her changing clothes constantly is not hurting anyone or really leading her to do anything she shouldn't. She and Mo are particularly obsessed with their Halloween costumes, where they were both Cinderella, or as Mara says "Cinderelly."
Two Cinderellas, a baby, and Harry Potter


Mara also loves to give and receive compliments. She'll put on a new dress and immediately throw her arms out like "taa daa!" but say, "It's pretty! you like it?" which we of course assure her we do. But she'll also compliment me on random things, like "Mom, I like your booty, it's so pretty." which just makes me laugh. 


She loves to be a princess, and the other day when we found some headbands with crowns attached at the Beehive Bazaar in Provo I bought them for the girls. In the car on the ride home I hear Mo say, "Mara! You don't have to keep your arms up the whole time!" and I turned around to see this:

How else are you supposed to sit when you're fabulous?
Mo and Mara are best friends and it makes my heart so happy. They play so well together, and are mostly great at sharing and taking turns. Of course they fight sometimes, but they are so cute and funny. Mara has never laughed at anything as hard as she laughs at Mo. I'm so grateful that I have both of them.


The best way to explain how Mara talks is that she is earnest about anything and everything. Like right now she's sweeping my kitchen, and she has to come update me and Gramma, "I'll be one minute. I'm sweeping and it's really hard."

She is so smart. I confess I haven't been as dedicated to sitting down with her and working on her letters and numbers as I was with Mo, but she has picked up so much knowledge on her own. She sings all the nursery songs all the time, and can count to about 12 unassisted, although once she hits 12 she starts to repeat 8 9 10 11 over and over. 

She is ridiculously loud. She plays loud and sings loud and even dances loud. She hasn't started dance classes herself yet, but she sees Mo in her dance classes and therefore loves to pretend that she is going to dance class all the time. I'm sure once she starts her own dance class, probably next year, she'll love it. 


Her little voice is so cute. I wish I could record her and Mo talking and laughing all day long. There are hard things. I mean, she is 2. So she is testing boundaries often, and we are both learning how to better deal with the overflow of emotions that come with growing up. But she is one of the best surprises I've ever had, and I am so so blessed to have her and her sister. I love you my Mara. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

How Are You?

When most people ask, they probably don't really want to know. It's just a convention, and automatic response to a greeting. So most of the time I can respond with a simple, "Good how are you?" or on an awkward day, "Nothing" followed by, "oh, uh, i mean good. I'm good." (we've all done this, I know, but I swear it happens to me more often than most.)

For me lately though, it's when people ask me "How are you?" and they are people who I know for a fact genuinely care about how I am that I find myself at a loss with what to say. I mean, I am good. I'm fine. I'm good, maybe not great. But I'm good. Do you believe me yet?

I'm not really struggling other than with myself. I just feel a bit purposeless. I've had this feeling before and it goes away usually but it's kind of lingering lately. I love spending time with my kids, being home is a huge blessing and I'm grateful that I am able to take care of them myself. And yet...

When a person I love asks me how I'm doing, I want to be able to respond and tell them about me. About what is happening in my life. The problem is, there isn't a lot going on in my life. Most of the time, my life is what is happening to my kids' lives. Which is probably true of a lot of parents who stay home with their kids during the day.

It drives me nuts when I feel like people only care about me because of my children. I would like for them to care about my kids, don't get me wrong, but I would also like them to care about me. ME. Lisa. One of the biggest places I experience this is social media. If I post a picture of my kids, I generally get about twice as many responses as I do if I just say something about myself. So I don't post on social media that much because, frankly, I feel like nobody cares. 

So the question is, how am I? 

Well, I wish I had more to do. Maybe a job would be good, although I kind of hate the idea of just working for working's sake. I would love to do something that makes me feel like I am making a contribution to the world. 

My kids do need me. But they need me less and less as they grow. Which is awesome and sad at the same time. 

It's okay. I really don't have any room to complain. My life really is good. Enough about me. How are you?


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

My Top Ten or Eleven Reads of 2014

The end of the year. Everyone's favorite time to put out lists upon lists of all the best things from this year, and also the best things to look forward to about next year.

At the beginning of 2014, I made a goal for myself to read 30 books this year. I chose 30 because in 2013 I only read 14 books. When I was in college, I had to read 30 books for 1 class, in a semester where I was taking 5 classes. So I figured 30 should be doable easily, if I just read more consistently.

Goodreads, which I love, has a place where you can set a book challenge for yourself for the year and then as you add your read books and reviews, it neatly puts them together and tells you how you're doing in your own challenge. If you look through mine, you will see that consistent reading was not done, not even a little bit. I think I read about 5 books in the first 6 months of 2014, then played catch up the last few months, reading 7 books in September and then 10 in December to accomplish my goal. But I did it!

Not all of these books were published in 2014, but this was the year that I read them. The following books are the ones that I rated the most highly on Goodreads. I hope you can find something that you may like, too.

11. Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
My review: 4 stars
This book is so cheesy. So unbelievably cheesy. I'm talking Twilight Bella gushing about Edward cheesy, and I ATE IT UP. I'm not ashamed to admit it either.

Anna is an American from Atlanta who has been "cruelly" (but really, get over yourself) forced to attend her senior year of high school at an American school in Paris. She is so upset to be leaving her best friend Bridgette and crush Toph behind. But then on her very first day there she meets Meredith, her dorm neighbor, and Mer invites her into her group of friends. So she is so sad that she is alone in Paris but she makes friends immediately and keeps them through the whole school year. You're probably judging me for liking this already but whatever.

In this group of friends is Etienne St. Clair, a half-American half-French kid raised in London so he has a British accent. His one flaw is that he is short. But the way Anna and everyone else is in love with him, his height is clearly not an issue. The story goes through their whole senior year, with Etienne still having a girlfriend who is in college in Paris complicating the relationship.

I can't even really relate how cheesy it is. It's just awful. But I loved it. Anna and St. Clair become "best friends" but obviously that is not true and they totally love each other the whole time. It builds and builds until SPOILER ALERT they admit they love each other and get together. The end.

The characters are pretty one-dimensional, but for a story like this, they have enough depth to keep it interesting. It is good that Anna has some realizations about what kind of friend she is and how she needs to improve. And the way she feels when she does go home to Atlanta and everything is different--I think we've all felt that way at some point, and it's a hard but good thing to learn about. 

I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Twilight and the like. I loved the Paris setting as well because I'm in love with Paris.

10. Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed
My review: 4 stars
I enjoyed this story. I wonder why it seems that it takes some sort of epic sadness or tragedy for a lot of people to be inspired to travel or do crazy things in the world. 

Cheryl Strayed had a crazy messed up life. It must have taken years of therapy (beyond just being in nature) for her to really heal and tell this story.

It doesn't sound like a glorious experience and it does at the same time. Like there are awful things, like how painful it was and she lost 6 toenails and was always sore from walking 20 miles a day and at one point she lost her boots and had to wear sandals to hike for several days until she could even reach a point to get new ones
but being alone in the wild would be exhilarating. Just nature and you and nothing else. I don't think I would ever be...crazy...enough to do the Pacific Coast Trail, but she made the Appalachian Trail sound interesting enough. Maybe someday. I'm not much of a hiker.

It's interesting how much of the story came about and was worth telling due to her lack of preparedness. I'm sure a lot of people have great tales to tell about their hiking adventures, but things are always better when something goes not quite perfectly. Maybe because it gives us something to root for, and let's face, people love an underdog.

I hope in my own life that it won't take a divorce or death for me to go on adventures. But I was happy that Strayed found some sort of healing and was able to share it in this way.

9. The Joy Luck Club  by Amy Tan
My review: 4 stars
I have a strange pattern when it comes to reading books that are slow in the beginning--I start out and take my sweet time, reading a bit here and there and putting the book down sometimes for weeks (or more at a time), and then when I decide to read the book again, I pick it up and finish it in the matter of a day or two. I don't know why this is, but it is a trend, and this trend has once again happened when I read The Joy Luck Club.

It does have a slow start. The stories are all interesting but since the connections between them are harder to recognize in their introductions it feels a bit disjointed. But as each voice tells her story and the connections between them, connections between people and places and then connections between mothers and daughters, become apparent it was much more enjoyable. 

I cried. I want to cry and cry. The mothers come from such amazing and tragic beginnings, all of them. How do people live through such tragedy? I don't know that I could do it. I pray I never have to.

I wonder so much at how it would be to live in another country even now. The daughters all struggled to appreciate their mothers and vice versa, which is so hard. It's a good moral to take away, to appreciate where you come from and try to understand how it makes who your parents are, and how that in turn makes you who you are. 

The mother Suyuan Woo who had to leave her twin baby girls on the side of the road as she fled for her life. I can't handle it. I don't want to spoil the ending but I will say it was beautiful and so extremely bittersweet for them. Yin-ying St. Clair's story was so interesting. It's crazy to imagine that you could go your whole life and not know anything about your parents' lives. And apparently not really care? I felt like there was some understanding and healing that came to each set of mother-daughters as they grew. I wish there had been more, but not in a way that is critical of the author. More in a way that I loved their stories and wanted for them to find that common ground and be happier together. I think Waverly Jong was the least likable daughter of them all. 

I was told before I read this that it was sometimes difficult to remember who belonged to whom since the chapters are so spread and random. I agree with that, and did find myself going back to refresh my memory of which story was tied to which and how. It would have been easier if I hadn't taken a break in reading from the first part to the rest but that is my own fault. I would recommend this book for sure to mothers and daughters.

8. Where She Went by Gayle Foreman
My Review: 4 stars
** spoiler alert ** I liked the first one enough to want to read this one and it sucked me in just as much as the first. I liked that it was the story of Adam, obviously I was curious about what happened to Mia but it's so true that a tragic event like the one they all go through in the first book would effect lots of people in lots of different ways.

Adam as a rock star was a classic jerk but instead of hating him for it I pitied him, which it seems like was the intention. He was struggling so much after Mia left and he obviously never dealt with the accident for himself which is probably true of a lot of people who focus on trying to help someone else through hard times.

Even though the ending on this book is more cliche when it comes to "happy endings" I was happy with it. I wanted Mia and Adam to get back together and I think the way that it happens was really good. I think I was even more willing to like the ending because even though they end up together there is still the sadness of her family being gone, and other big changes like him leaving the band. I didn't like it quite as much as the first but I'm still glad I read it and would recommend them as a set to anyone.

7. If I Stay by Gayle Foreman
My review: 4 stars
Whew this is a super emotional book. I kind of think that for some reason when I read a book for the first time and it's a really sad, tragic type book I don't cry as much as you would think. But then once it's over and I have time to think about and process the story, then I cry. Probably will be the case with this one although tears did fall at least twice while I read.

I'm glad I read the author's notes and discussion questions afterward because I don't think I would have overtly noticed or really taken a second thought about how Mia's parents lives effect her life and her decisions so much. As a parent though it is really interesting to consider that side of things. I was appropriately horrified a the descriptions of her parents bodies after the accident, holy graphic. I'm glad the author omitted describing her brother Teddy afterward although I'm sure that was probably because she didn't really want to imagine it either. 

I was surprised at how short the book was but it seemed to be a perfect length, not dragged out at all which could have been done considering the subject matter. 

I really appreciated the authentic high school relationship that was portrayed, how things changed between Mia and Adam once they realized they may not be living in the same place after school is over. I think high school love can still be real love but I'm glad it wasn't sugarcoated. And really, I loved the other characters more than Adam I think. Kim and Gramps are the two that stand out to me, although Willow's strength is admirable and how I imagine nurses in most cases to be. I liked that whether she stayed or not was not just about Adam, it was about her whole life with all of these people.

I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys YA lit. Well written and moving. I'm sure I'll be thinking about it for days and am already considering buying the next one.

6. Life After Life by Kate Atkinson
My review: 4 stars
** spoiler alert ** What did I think? I've given myself a day to process everything before writing the review and I'm still not sure I can do justice to what I'm feeling about this book. I loved some things about it, and others were tedious and boring. The first almost 200 pages were rough. Even though I understood the premise going into it, I still struggled to understand what was happening for a lot of the first part. I still think that maybe repeating the birth so many times in the beginning was maybe not necessary. Once she was a child it started to make a little bit more sense thankfully, but I really had to just power through those first parts of the book.

Once Ursula turns 16 for the first time and everything awful happens in that version of her life, I could hardly put the book down. There were still a few chapters that were a bit disjointed and confusing but they did end up making sense as the story went on.

I loved getting a view point of so many different parts of WWII through her different lives. I can't imagine the horror of living through those bombings. The one where she was stuck in Germany and chose death over starving with her daughter was so crazy. I really appreciated that point of view because so often we hear how awful things were for so many people and even though Germans started the war, those people suffered too. I was grateful that out of all of her lives she only ever had a child in that one. I think it would have been even sadder and more difficult to get through if she kept having and losing children over and over. Losing her father each time was awful.

I have a theory that maybe Teddy was experiencing the same type of thing. I feel like it alludes to the possibility first when he says to her "What if we could do it again and again, do you think we would ever get it right?" (paraphrasing here, I don't have the book handy.) And then the fact that he lives in the war after he had died--there really wasn't an explanation as to why that happened that time, it didn't seem that there was anything that Ursula could have done differently to save him. UNLESS people's theories that Izzie's child Roland was the person who shot Teddy down originally and in that life he died young, but I'm not sure how that fits in...chronologically? Can there be a chronology when it's the same life over and over?

I'm glad I didn't give up on it and that I kept reading. I believe it was worth it. I'm so interested in the author's thought process and overall writing process, I'll have to find out more about Kate Atkinson just out of curiosity. It was well written overall and a very unique idea.

5. The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion
My review: 4 stars
** spoiler alert ** I knew as soon as I started reading that I would enjoy this book. I have a thing for awkward people, probably because I am a slightly awkward person myself (which has more to do with anxiety than actual social ineptness.)

Don Tillman is a character who is seems has Asperger's, but he is the narrator and never realizes it on his own, although all the indications are there and his friends try to lead him to that conclusion. I liked that regardless of whether or not he understood his own social differences or not, he viewed the abilities of people with Aspergers positively, and quickly identified strengths in those personalities with little regard for possible weaknesses.

Don is amusing without always meaning to be, but it never feels like the point was to make fun of him. He decides to embark on what he calls "The Wife Project," to meet the perfect match for himself. He creates a questionnaire to eliminate any women who would not be suitable. After several unsuccessful attempts at dating he turns the reins of choosing over to his best friend Gene. When Gene sends a woman ask Don a question, Don mistakenly thinks that she was sent as a prospective match and immediately asks her to dinner. This woman's name is Rosie.

Rosie has her own issues. I liked that she is a fun and good person with her own issues, but not the "manic pixie" persona that seems to be popular in the last few years. She doesn't sweep in to save Don from himself, more like he realizes that maybe he could live his life a certain way and not because she takes him on some grand journey and changes him. Yes, he changes, but he does so of his own accord and she loves him for who he is before he even attempts those things.

Rosie has a desire to find out who her biological father is, and that search is a huge basis for their relationship. As Don slowly helps her with the "Father Project," he falls for her.

The story was entertaining and fun to read. There is some language, which doesn't bother me but I include for recommendation purposes. I would recommend this to pretty much anyone. I really enjoyed it and would definitely read the sequel.

4. The Children Act by Ian McEwan
My review: 4 stars
Ian McEwan is one of the best authors I've ever read. His ability to write astounds me with each book of his that I read.

I admire so much an author's ability to write about something controversial and be able to tell the story well enough that you still genuinely have no idea what the result will be, or which side the book will end up on (if any.) The setting of this story is perfect for an impartial presentation of both sides of the issue, since Fiona is a high court judge tasked with working on family court cases. The situation is set up well from the beginning, with descriptions of other high profile cases that she worked on or other situations where religious beliefs played a role in her decision.

Adam Henry is a 17 and 9 month old teen with leukemia, who is also a Jehovah's Witness. The hospital is applying to the court for the right to perform treatment that includes blood transfusions to save Adam's life, which he and his parents are refusing due to their religious beliefs. Fiona has to hear both sides of the issue and make a decision based on the law while respecting a person's right to religious belief and also considering that Adam is only 3 months away from being a legal adult, in which case he could refuse treatment and the hospital would have to obey his wishes. 

Fiona is in the midst of her own personal crisis, as her husband has asked her for permission to have an affair, which she has refused. He leaves her anyway in the beginning, so she is in turmoil as to the state of her marriage and what actions she will or has taken in regards to that. As a person who deals with divorce daily, she is embarrassed that her actions thus far mimick those couples who she judges as doing all the wrong things. But it is possibly her own personal issues that cause her to take action and go visit Adam in the hospital herself, to determine his state of mind and whether he is capable of making this decision for himself.

I won't spoil the result by telling what decision Fiona comes to in court. I will include that she uses precedent set up by the Children Act of 1989, which act was passed to enforce laws to protect a child's welfare--thus the title.

I wish I could read this book with an entire class and write and hear other people's papers about it. There is so much in it that I feel could be easily and skillfully explored further, the themes of religion and personal rights in regards to age or not, the music theme (Fiona is a relatively skilled pianist and runs through pieces in her head as she deals or doesn't deal with her emotions, and Adam has decided to teach himself the violin since being hospitalized), among others. I want other people to read it so we can talk about it. It leaves you thinking for sure and will not be something that will leave my mind anytime soon.

3. Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple
 My review: 4 stars
** spoiler alert ** I haven't loved a book like this in awhile. It was darkly humorous and I really felt like the characters were relatable, the kind of people you know in real life. It was creative and intriguing. The way she described Seattle and how Bernadette hated it--I was nervous because I've always loved that area and have wanted to live there eventually but she made it sound horrible. I was very glad at the end that she came around. I appreciate female characters who are feminists without thinking about it or meaning to be, like Bernatdette as an architect. I was really moved by what happened to her and had to keep reading to find out what would happen later. The only thing that annoyed me was that Elgie got Soo-Lin pregnant--that I think was unnecessary, especially since it turned out he didn't even like her. The resolution was fantastic as well--I was not expecting Bernadette to find her creative outlets where she did but loved the way it all worked out. I would read it again and plan on sharing it with all my reading friends, and will be looking up Maria Semple's other books for sure.

2. And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini
My review: 5 stars
Khaled Hosseini is absolutely a masterful storyteller. I've read his other two books and while they were amazing I think I could comfortable recommend this one to anyone, where with the other two I am cautious because of how difficult the subject matter is. I really felt like in this book I was being taught about life in Afghanistan by learning about various people there and it was a very insightful presentation of life for the people who live/lived in or have been effected by life there. I come away from this reading really feeling like I learned something valuable about the Afghan culture and people. I loved the story that Markos shared probably the most. It never ceases to amaze me how much where we come from matters, how it mattered to the people in this book and effected the choices they made and how it changed them in so many ways. I never felt like I wanted to rush through or skip forward to find out what would happen to other characters because the story of the moment was always interesting and informative

1. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
My review: 5 stars
I finished reading this last night and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I'm debating between rating it as amazing and as I really liked it, but I'm obviously leaning toward amazing.

Arthur Leander is an aging Hollywood actor from Canada, performing in a production of King Lear in Toronto when he dies of a sudden heart attack, on stage in the middle of a performance. And from there the story begins. A man in the audience, Jeevan, who is training to be a paramedic, jumps up and starts CPR. After the ambulance comes Jeevan stops and talks with a little girl, Kristen, who is upset by the events and is alone. Jeevan gets a phone call as he leaves the theater from a friend who works at the hospital, warning him that the Georgian Flu has landed in Toronto and he needs to get out asap. Jeevan goes and buys as much non-perishable food and water as he can from a local store and takes it all to his brother Frank's house, where they barricade themselves in and start surviving.

The story jumps back to other times in Arthur's life, and other people. His ex-wives, Miranda and Elizabeth, are influential in the post-apocalypse world explored in the rest of the book. Miranda is the author of a graphic novel called Station Eleven, about a group of people who escaped Earth and are living in a moon-sized space station. This comic book is given by Arthur to Kristen, who is part of a traveling symphony and Shakespeare company in the post-apocalypse. 

We get to see Arthur as a young man, meeting his best friend Clark, starting and then a few years later ending his relationship with Miranda, and coming back home to Canada for this performance. We get to see Kristen in the after-world, experiencing things that were not so much issue in the before. 

What really struck me was how quiet the world became after 99% of the population is wiped out by disease. I think the quiet of the world is perfectly reflected in the quiet of the writing. Nothing is in your face or over-reaching in description or explanation of the after. I really appreciated and enjoyed that there were shades of rebuilding society, even mixed with the crazy people who inevitably exist. I don't want to give too much away as to the story, but Arthur's life and actions really inform and change the world even though he died before the apocalypse even truly started. It has the same feel as Justin Cronin's The Passage, but I'm glad it wasn't another vampire/zombie story. It is almost more frightening that it isn't, though, because it makes it that much more realistic.

I would recommend this to anyone. The writing is beautiful and accessible, and I would gladly read the other books she has written.

There you go. My year in books. The rest of the books that I read I either gave only 3 or 2 stars to, and those reviews can be found on Goodreads.  I'm thinking of aiming for 40 books in 2015. Any suggestions for what I should read?

Thursday, October 16, 2014

My Sister Told Me to Blog, So...

Here we are! Sunset and Camden!

I'm kind of loving this Fall weather. It's been so perfect this year, not too cold and not too hot...all you need is a light jacket!

I'm more aware of the weather I think because I walk to work. It isn't far and it is a blessing that I can walk to work, but it keeps me tuned in more to what is happening because it effects my mornings and afternoons more than a drive would. Or I guess just in different, more exposed way.

Anyway, grateful for Fall although we did have a good summer. Monroe turned 3 at the end of July and asked for a "My Little Pony" themed birthday party. Her friends from daycare came to help us celebrate and it was so great to have them all come by. 
I'm proud of this cake. Oh and the amazing 3 year old is mine as well.


Mid-Happy Birthday song

All Mo's friends who came. We really are so grateful to have the Riley family in our lives!


Over Labor Day weekend we got to go to Powderhorn with my family, which for those lucky souls who are friends with more than one of us on Facebook, you already know all about it. We Mahans do love our family time, and this really is one of the best traditions that we've had my whole life. I really love getting to spend time with my whole family and I really love seeing all of the girlies get to play together. 
A family picture up at the top of Land's End Road. Great view and a traditional activity for the weekend

Our family celebration on her actual birthday
Mara turned 1 and I'm dying a little bit at not having a baby in my house anymore but c'est la vie. She is the best baby ever. We had an Uno themed birthday party for her (get it? Uno?) and were fortunate to celebrate with several of our friends here plus Mom and Kelli from out of town. I'm so glad that we have such amazing people in our lives
I was pretty proud of how these turned out, too.


Eating the cake--more like rubbing cake all over her face

Opening presents, which Mo was more than happy to help out with
. We are beyond blessed.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Ireland

When most people heard that we were going on a trip to Ireland, they would say "oh I've always wanted to go there!" A few asked "Why Ireland?" and the answer to that is basically--it was a good deal.

Our first flight was at 6 am, to Las Vegas which is just over a 1 hour flight. So we said goodnight/goodbye to the girls Tuesday night and headed to the airport at 4am Wednesday morning (thanks Kelli!). In Vegas for an hour, next flight to San Francisco at 8:50. In San Francisco for 4 hours, next flight to Toronto at 2:30. In Toronto they made us go through customs (which was weird I thought since we were just connecting, but hey, it's the first stamp in my passport!) then our flight left at 11:20 overnight to Dublin, landing at 10:40 local time. So basically 24 hours of travelling. Flying sucks.

Day 1 was spent in Drogheda, where we stayed at the D Hotel for the night. It's about 40 minutes north of Dublin.



Lots of old churches, very gorgeous.
We tried our best to stay awake that day by walking around the town to see all of the oldest churches/landmarks we could. We made it til about 7 that night before we couldn't go an longer and had to sleep. So of course we woke up at around 1am and were like "wanna go ride bikes?"

Day 2 we went to Newgrange, which is a tomb that is 500 years older than the pyramids. This was one of my favorite things that we did. We got to go inside and see the stone age drawings on the walls. Every year on the winter solstice the sun lines up perfectly with the entrance and lights up the inside of the tomb. They demonstrate it for you there but to see the real thing would be awesome.

Standing around the back. It just looks like a big hill from the outside

You can see the drawings here

The front entrance was reconstructed in the 1960's but the inside is all the original work
Navigating was kind of difficult because we had wifi but the gps on our phones was a bit unreliable. Also the whole other side of the road other side of the car driving thing. I drove but only the first day, after that I let Hondo handle that. Not that I was relaxed as a passenger haha. The problem is really that you end up overcorrecting and driving too far to the left. Plus the roads are ridiculously narrow.

We relocated to a B&B on the coast in the suburb of Dublin called Portmarnock, which is right on the coast. Our room was a 2 minute walk from the ocean.

Day 3 was spent in Dublin city center on the bus tour, hop-on hop-off, where we saw Trinity College library and the Book of Kells, and Dublin castle. 
It smelled old in the best way

In Dublin Castle courtyard
Sunday w
e went to see Malahide Castle, which is in (you guessed it) Malahide, right next to Portmarnock. It was cool to see but didn't feel as castle-y as you would imagine. It was just a house, really. A big stone one with beautiful gardens, but not like the castles in movies.
The view from the castle of the front garden
 

Our lack of sleep really caught up to us and we spent a much needed break that morning sleeping in and being lazy. I was starting to feel pretty homesick for my girls too and needed a distraction so we went to see the new X-Men movie. Which I loved! It may seem silly but we don't get to go to a lot of movies so it was a nice vacation-y thing to do. 

Monday we did the same thing, different movie. Also we ate at Burger King, which is one of the few meals worth mentioning from the whole trip. It was a really clear day on Monday, which was really nice (most days it was nice but Monday was extra nice) so we spent a few hours walking along the beach by the B&B. I even got a bit of color on my face!
The water looked very turquoise.


Tuesday we had pre-booked a day-long tour to see the Cliffs of Moher. The train left at 6:45am from Dublin and we got off in Limerick, where we saw some famous places from the book/movie Angela's Ashes (which I haven't read, actually) and then went to Bunratty Castle. This castle was much more like a castle you would expect. Big and old and very cool. 
The view of the river Shannon from one of the castle towers

These slightly horrifying stairs lead up to the tower. They were super tight and not fun to walk up/down.
Bunratty Castle also has Folk Village surrounding it with some old houses from the day, some replicas. We toured the grounds and found some of the prettiest spots of the whole trip.



Our next stop was the Cliffs of Moher. The tour was a bit tainted for me because I got super bus sick so I didn't feel well the majority of the day, but these views were worth it. It rained the most of the whole trip on our way there, but once we got there it was so clear you could see the reflection of the clouds on the ocean. #nofilter

Apparently a lot of people have died by falling off the cliffs. So they put up a wall. But then people climbed over the wall to get a better look and still died. 

Can you tell how clear the water was?
The rest of the day we drove along the Wild Atlantic Coast, which didn't help me feel better at all but what can you do. We ended up in Galway, where we caught the train back to Dublin which arrived at 9:45. It was a 15 hour day but like I said, worth it.

Flying home was rough. We were anxious to see the girls and just get back home. We had one less stop then we did on the way there but all in all we were still en route for about 20 hours. We got home at about midnight so the girls were asleep but we just went straight to bed anyway. The reunion in the morning was slightly frantic but so great. I never want to leave them again. (You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.)

The food sucked but the scenery was awesome. Our hosts at the B&B were very nice and the location was kind of perfect. I'm glad we went.

Friday, June 13, 2014

I just love this

My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.
Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors”