Swiffer

Well Kieran is crawling and because he drags his body where ever we walk in the house we call him Swiffer.

Kieran is starting to pull his weight and is becoming more and more usable. Whenever I spill something on the kitchen floor, I only need to call Kieran, and he comes crawling, thus moping up the floor. Excellent! Everything is working out well, since mum does the washing of Kieran's clothes. Hehehe. Might be something to having kids after all.

St Patrick's day

 Emmanuelle's last name has some Irish provenance. mcArtan over the years has changed to what it is today. So, we are pretty sure Kieran (nice Irish name) is at least 1/256th Irish. Which of course on st Patrick’s Day is more than enough reason to go the pub and celebrate.

We grab a few silly hats and make our way to the Irish club and an Irish Pub and an English pub.

Carrying a baby on your arm surrounded by self-proclaimed Irish is a good way to be photographed and to meet people. Kieran and I are superstars; our picture was taken more often in that single night than Madonna in her entire career.

One girl even asked for Kieran to wear her sunglasses and do a "The Hangover" picture.

Snorkeling

Okay, I'll admit it, they scared us into waring a stinger suit. The feared Irukandji made it down to the Whitsundays abundantly while we were there. It hurts like hell and you need morphine as soon as possible, so you will be airlifted out to the nearest hospital.
But after 10 minutes in the water you forget the fear and enjoy the water.
I actually got to see my first Maori Wrasse, a gentle fish that grows up to 2.2 meters. This one is only about 1.5 meters, but big enough to be imposing.
The beaches of one of the islands was made out of 100% coral. Beautiful.