Tag Archives: nathan

Gone Fishin’

Continuing the catch-up from our trip down to Grandmother and Papa’s house: here is a look at the cousins going deep sea fishing. I have to say despite the endless colds and sometimes leg dragging drop-offs, I do appreciate how much daycare has helped Ce socialize and play with other kids.

You can also see she definitely inherited her Mama’s love of the water as there was no way Daddy was putting his feet in that ice bath. I’m glad kids are impervious to cold.

Evolutionary Road

I fully expect that in a century or two any ex-patriot Donohues still living in New England will develop a genetic mutation that allows us to experience driving the northeast corridor in some sort of fugue state. Just steer the car onto 95, bliss out and wake up at your destination. Last week’s Thanksgiving drive was a top five nightmare with the car smoking and spitting transmission fluid all over Connecticut. It’s a testament to how bleak it appeared that we count a four hour delay as very, very lucky. I’m pretty sure the sight of Cece marching around the mechanic’s bay and Lola’s confusion in going up and down on the garage lift helped our cause by charming the grease off the workers.

Despite that very rocky start and the pending ulcer inducing search for a new car, Ce’s second Thanksgiving (or Happy Gobble Gobble as she termed it) was a good time. She was  able to reconnect with her long lost soul mate Ghibli, shoot some hoops with cousin Nathan down in DC and visit both great-grandparents back in Philly. Not to mention swiping a whole package of free oil change coupons from Southland Auto.

Jam Packed

Cecilia’s love for fruit truly knows no bounds. I mean, she gets excited for food in general. Say the word, breakfast or dinner and she’ll literally drop what she’s doing and make a beeline for the high chair. But say the word blueberry or strawberry or peaches and it’s kick your feet, wiggle your butt, squeal excitement. So you can just imagine her reaction when Uncle Jeff made some fresh blueberry-peach jam on our recent visit to cousin Nathan’s house in DC. It was duck and cover time.

Cece vs. The Baby Pool

It would be more apropos to say ‘kiddie’ pool as Cece is definitely no longer a baby. To underline that point in bold, red pen the daycare recently informed us that Cece would be graduating from the infant room to the toddler room next month. We even received a report card (above average in everything except utensils).  I don’t think either of us is quite ready to say good-bye to the baby stage just yet, so baby pool it is until further notice.

Last week, we traveled down the turnpike to visit Grandmother and Papa and were hit smack in the face with sizzling summer temps. Luckily, Grandmother was prepared with the backyard staple of childhood: the blue plastic pool. Cece and her cousin Nathan were able to get some sun, relax and sip some bottles poolside. Take a look.