I was out with Bray and Cam earlier this week and some lady asked me how old Bray was and I told her he’d be two in July. Which she proceeds to reply with “Oh he’s so big for almost 24 months”
… At the age of 1 is when you should give up on the whole baby age in months CRAP. He’s a year old, going on 2. How long does this months thing go on, am I going to have to introduce my kid at 18 like “oh yeah he’s 216 months old” like just… just no.
When we arrived in Dublin, Andrea and myself wandered around the big city before we went to Damien’s in Bray.
I brought her to the George’s Arcade to get froyo, since she never had it before. I got the natural yoghurt with meringue, Oreo bits, rocky road and brownie chunks and some jelly babies all nice and frozen. I love it, sweet and crunchy with a tang.
But I didn’t know that there was a bubble tea place in the arcade. Funny that today a year ago I tried bubble tea for the first time, at a convention we refer to as ‘shit con’. I think I passed out on the table from lack of sleep. But the bubble tea was awesome, I got blueberry and green tea with strawberry bubbles. Andrea got passion fruit and red tea with strawberry bubbles. More of it ended up on my sweater than in my mouth because sucking up those bubbles when you aren’t used to it is surprising and can make one dribble.