Sometimes simple is simple...

Sometimes simple means simple. Really simple.

Mr Baby was in a mellow mood today after a lovely dinner with family last night. His uncle played with him for an hour, making the cars go up and down on an old Fisher Price car park.

So today we just took it easy. Played with the trains in the morning. Took a 20 minute walk around Cork, the highlight of which was "making a phone call" at a rare phone booth.



Played with the puzzle. Then we went across the street to Fionnbarra, a pub that looks a bit grimy from the outside, but which had been recommended to us as a good place to eat. It was surprisingly romantic, with lots of candles and red light. We had a ham and cheese toasty and a bowl of chili for 5 euros.

It's hard for me to want to keep it simple. I constantly fight the desire to pack our days full of activity. Every day I learn the lesson again. Simple is good. But for me, simple is always a challenge.