Day Two of Irish Sea Mastery

If I'm going to do this swimming thing, I need goggles. And apparently Norah really likes them.

She went on this rant about how they were first goggles, then they were "like tiny bowls". So Wayne says, "Oh yeah, they are like tiny bowls" and she freaked. "No Daddy, they're not LIKE tiny bowls, they ARE tiny bowls". "Ok Norah, sorry, they are tiny bowls" Then she says "No, they're not tiny bowls, they're kitty bowls. Does the kitty want milk from the kitty bowls?" (What goes ON in that 2 year old brain of hers??)

 This poor child - I dressed her like a tourist in Florida =) (not that there's anything wrong with Floridian-tourists - it's just that we're in Ireland)

(looking back toward our place. Our place is the next one, just after that large white apartment complex, top/center.) At low-tide, this is all sand.

I met our friend Kirsten, and her little one Lilia, here to play for a couple hours before Wayne and Graham came to meet us after work. And just as a reference, when high-tide is in, the water comes up to the wall's edge.

Norah and Lilia (4 months younger than Norah)

It's a weeeee bit cold.... (Want to see a close-up of just how cold it is? See the next picture)

Yep, that's what it feels like.

"Why yes....yes, my heart did stop momentarily but it's back now... beating."

That's me...swimming in the Irish Sea.

Triathalons, here we come. (ok, well I swam about 50 feet, let's not get ahead of ourselves)

Up on the road, looking back down toward the swimming spot (Seapoint).