We had a baby; a beautiful baby girl called Martha, and being a parent means I want to talk about it, and being a geek means I want to talk about it online.
Martha in the early light, after a truly awful night… looking quite happy with herself
The ladies on a viking longboat; note, Martha out back.
Martha, happy with her skooter and princess costume
The girls on stone heads
Zoe looking up to Martha
In the rockies
All of us at once
She’s also quite a fan of chocolate.
Martha, really likes raisins. This is, I think, about as perfect a representation of my daughter that I can think of.
Pog, left so hungry between cakes, is reduced to eating rope.
This is Pog climbing up some stairs, on her own, without holding anything… all on her own!
Well, I’m impressed.
In the zoo
A rare moment of not hating each other.
Going outside for the first time with Zoe and Pog
I think Zoe may be it for a while.
Martha wants to be in on the feeding.
not sure I like the look of this, either
Not too sure if I like the look of this
Not really a picture of Zoe, I guess, but this picture was taken at half-past five on Zoe’s birthday, so Aibhín is in labour in this photo.
In labour, and in a coffee shop having hot chocolate and a muffin with Pog.
Martha’s first exposure to bugs in the wild. Well, the first time she found a bug that she hasn’t tried to eat.
Teaching Pog to keep an eye out for strangers.
Martha’s first Hallowe’en. We’re really proud of this, because Aibhín made this dress herself!
Get off my toy!
Before this, all of Martha’s toys have been fairly abstract: this is her first girl’s toy.
It’s a pram and dolly!
… at something.
… at something.
… at something.
It’s mid-April and we’re having our breakfast outside in our t-shirts in a town square full of orange trees.
It doesn’t get more civilised than this.
Newton’s third law.
Doesn’t like being wrapped up.
Looking a bit drunk after her first pint.
A big fan of brushing the floor. Let’s hope we can keep her this excited when she has to do it herself.
Poor Pog didn’t like that.
Get this wet thing away from me.
For reasons best known to herself, Martha loves looking at people following whoever’s carrying her.
Loves it a lot.
Martha’s first time seeing some really nasty hailstones.
… until it’s time to eat.
… she’s up to something.
We’ve had some trouble convincing Martha to sit up: she wants to either stand or lie on her belly…her massive, massive belly.
Here’s one of her looking for something to play with.
… along with some wierd ginger boy.
Aibhín and Martha watching the hippos… with intent.
… at the same time as a rhino.
This hairy monster roared at us!
only in Kenya!
We went to the zoo for the first time. This is Martha getting a little shut-eye before we had a go at these animals.
The three of us in our christmas gear.
A brick wall… a brick wall… I must think of a brick wall…
Getting ready for school
… not just for christmas.
Martha and two new friends.
Martha in the morning.
… brains… brains… brains…
I had this a t-shirt made up from Aibhín that reads “I am the earth mother, and you are all flops.”
It’s from “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf.” Aibhín suggested that maybe if it were in quotes it would be less offensive, so I put my foot down and made sure that it would be as […]
Monkey see, monkey do.
Brothers and cousins in matching outfits
Martha’s first afternoon lounging outside in the sun; needed to keep her out of the sun ‘though.
I’m keeping this screaming picture for Martha’s eighteenth birthday party.
Vengeance is mine.
We are feeding her enough; Martha’s just chawing down on everything these days. Here she is trying to eat my nose.
Doing well, but so very, very tired.
Here she is, my beautiful daughter, my Martha. She was born on at 11:53 on the 3rd of August 2006, after thirteen hours of labour, and two and a half hours of the pushing part, to the tune of (I shit you not) Sam and Dave’s soul classic: “hold on, I’m coming!”
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