The Leprechaun on Holiday

By grown-up standards, the first leg of our journey to County Kerry was the red-eye from Philly to Dublin. For Noah it started earlier: a departures-terminal jaunt in the $15 umbrella stroller we bought for Ireland. He was unimpressed with the cut-rate conveyance.


But his exemption from the seat-belt rule on the plane made up for it. The kid is all about courting danger.


And rambling around ruined castles and such.




Also good for mom and dad to be able to prove that the last year of making sheep and goat sounds haven't been signs of parental insanity, after all. Outside of the city, these animals actually exist, and make noises.



Not to mention being able to demonstrate that he really does have three uncles, who can be assembled, along with his grandparents (and even a great-aunt), from the proverbial four corners every now and again.