Sunday, September 21, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Weeks 17-20
Rohan showing off some of Sharon's knitwear.
Rohan showing off some of his Granny G's knitwear also.
So Rohan will be five months old soon but since the last post he has really found his voice. He has also found his tongue and has started licking everything. He has also starting making "razzing" noises which are hilarious to listen to.
Cathal
Friday, August 15, 2008
Rohan at 4 Months
Monday, August 04, 2008
Rohan 13-16 Weeks
Here's Rohan with his favourite teddy that his Auntie Annette got him.
Here's Rohan at three months old.
Some more pics of Rohan with his teddy or should that be monkey. The first one is taken in his new cot, loads of space!
Rohan has also found his hands and can sit there staring at them for minutes on end (notice I said minutes not hours). He has also realised that his arm is connected to his hands which is kinda funny too.
Anyway more pics when he turns four months.
Cathal
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Rohan weeks 8-12
Here's Rohan loosing his hair, that makes two of us!
Holding hands is a neat trick.
Having a chat which includes some laughing type noises is good fun too.
Acting surprised.....
It's wasn't Hollywood but he enjoyed making a plaster cast of his hand nonetheless.
Rohan has also started turning from his back to his side. It's only a matter of time before he falls flat on his face and it won't be the last time either I suspect.
Cathal
Friday, June 13, 2008
Disused Shed in Co. Wexford
Disused Shed in Co. Wexford by Derek Mahon
Let them not forget us, the weak souls among
the asphodels -
Seferis, Mythistorema
For J.G. Farrell
Even now there are places where a thought might grow -
Peruvian mines, worked out and abandoned
To a slow clock of condensation,
An echo trapped forever, and a flutter
Of wildflowers in the lift-shaft,
Indian compounds where the wind dances
And a door bangs with diminished confidence,
Lime crevices behind rippling rainbarrels,
Dog corners for bone burials;
And a disused shed in Co. Wexford,
Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
This is the one star in their firmament
Or frames a star within a star.
What should they do there but desire?
So many days beyond the rhododendrons
With the world waltzing in its bowl of cloud,
They have learnt patience and silence
Listening to the rooks querulous in the high wood.
They have been waiting for us in a foetor
Of vegetable sweat since civil war days,
Since the gravel-crunching, interminable departure
of the expropriated mycologist.
He never came back, and light since then
Is a keyhole rusting gently after rain.
Spiders have spun, flies dusted to mildew
And once a day, perhaps, they have heard something -
A trickle of masonry, a shout from the blue
Or a lorry changing gear at the end of the lane.
There have been deaths, the pale flesh flaking
Into the earth that nourished it;
And nightmares, born of these and the grim
Dominion of stale air and rank moisture.
Those nearest the door growing strong -
'Elbow room! Elbow room!'
The rest, dim in a twilight of crumbling
Utensils and broken flower-pots, groaning
For their deliverance, have been so long
Expectant that there is left only the posture.
A half century, without visitors, in the dark -
Poor preparation for the cracking lock
And creak of hinges. Magi, moonmen,
Powdery prisoners of the old regime,
Web-throated, stalked like triffids, racked by drought
And insomnia, only the ghost of a scream
At the flashbulb firing squad we wake them with
Shows there is life yet in their feverish forms.
Grown beyond nature now, soft food for worms,
They lift frail heads in gravity and good faith.
They are begging us, you see, in their wordless way,
To do something, to speak on their behalf
Or at least not to close the door again.
Lost people of Treblinka and Pompeii!
'Save us, save us,' they seem to say,
'Let the god not abandon us
Who have come so far in darkness and in pain.
We too had our lives to live.
You with your light meter and relaxed itinerary,
Let not our naive labours have been in vain!.
With all the natural disasters recently seems kind of fitting.
Cathal
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Rohan Weeks 5-7
A present from a knitting buddy of Sharon's. Who says that we don't feature knitting on this blog.
Its a really special feeling when Rohan curls up and falls asleep on your chest, especially after feeding as he is so content.
Rohan was 7 weeks old yesterday and was 12 lbs 3 ozs last Friday (when he was 6 weeks four days old) so he is really beginning to pack on the pounds!
Cathal
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Rohan at one month
Here's Rohan at four weeks old. See the right hand is still up.
And this is Rohan at one month old.
So since the last post Rohan has started loosing his hair and also started cooing! The cooing is magic, watching him trying to communicate is just a wonderful thing. More pics soon I hope.
Cathal
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Rohan goes to Johnstown Castle
The front of the Castle.
The back of the castle.
New parents breaking new ground i.e. getting out of the house!
More pics around the grounds of the castle.

