Camp Dada / First Day of School

FABJ's first day of school was on a Thursday.  So we (I?) decided, rather than trying to find some camp or activity for three days, that she and I would have a couple of days together.  Thus, we called it "Camp Dada".

She seemed to enjoy the camp, more or less.  I took her swimming twice.  We went to see Monsters University in the cinema (as they call it here).  The highlight for me was the Dublin Bay Cruise, although FABJ seemed to prefer the two playgrounds we visited that day.  We took the cruise from Howth to Dun Laoghaire, taking the train from home to Howth.  It has great scenery, although it was a bit windy.  I was hoping for a touch more commentary beyond the three recorded statements.

I think there's a smile in there somewhere

An hour later...

As you can see, FABJ grew tired of the cruise.  But she didn't get seasick at all (unlike her propensity to get carsick).  And she seemed to enjoy her lunch, along with the playground in town before the cruise and playground in Dun Laoghaire after the cruise.  All in all, I thought was Camp Dada was a success, although I need to put a bit more thought into the activities next year.

She wasn't nearly as nervous as we feared on the first day of school.  She woke up on Wednesday morning convinced that school started that day.  She was quite disappointed not to get to wear her uniform.  Of course, she does look quite cute in it, as does the rest of the family (or at least the ladies):

Ok, perhaps a little nervous here

Dada and FABJ in their "work shirts"



 FABJ was concerned about having a boy teacher for the first time.  But by the second day, she was convinced that her new teacher was "not as fierce" as her teacher last year.  LBJ thought as much - her first reaction upon seeing him was that he was a total pushover.

The rest of the family in their work clothes