Saint Patrick's day in Ireland

When I was only a couple of months old, I made my first trip to Ireland. It was the first of many I hope. I got to know so many of my cousins, that I just have to get back. We made it over for Saint Patrick's day, which is Ireland's national holiday, and the clan went out for a nice dinner. Above you can see me with my new found friend: Pat! Below are some more pictures....

Granddad and Granny were happy to have all their grandchildren home. It was a big gathering, five grandchildren, and all the moms and dads. The youngest grandchild was Ciara, who was less than a month old at the time.

Here she is, still blissfully unaware of my presence... I suppose I wasn't too sure what was going on myself! I'll just have to go back and do it all again soon.....

I was bounced from knee to knee, but it was all so exciting, getting to know everybody. I met a lot of them again last summer, when they came to visit me in Sweden. Here's uncle Fergal (the one with the sideburns!) and his cousin Coman....