Okay, so this picture should give you some idea about our St. Patrick's Day. If you read my friend Melissa's blog, you will gasp in delight at the amazing things she did for her girls on St. Patty's Day and at how creative she is. She made them green pancakes and created an awesome scavenger hunt with the help of leprechauns (apparently they are on call, and I need to get the number), complete with chocolate coins. She decorates; she thinks creatively; and I am in total awe and jealous as all get out. What I love most about Melissa is that she is all about making each holiday and/or event in her girls' lives memorable. I, however, am not that person. I strive to be. I want to be -- deep down, where it counts. However, I cannot or forget to direct that desire to the part of my brain that controls the movement of my limbs and my schedule. I cannot get my mind to create something in advance, so I'm usually rushing about at the last minute to make things happen. She probably has Easter handled in her mind already. I'm wondering when Easter is this year.
So, as far as St. Patrick's Day goes, I made sure all the kids were wearing green, even Sean who needs to wear blue to make sure he is not mistaken for Gavin, and that was it. Grace went off to school with a small note in her lunch from me that had Erin go Bragh on it, and that pretty much ended the merriment. I even ignored our traditional fare of corned beef and cabbage because I had a chance to go out to dinner with my sister. The kids and hub went to Ruby's instead. So much for tradition (although dinner with my sis was fab).
Our only contribution to posterity regarding St. Patrick's Day 2010 is the above picture, one of about 17, where we tried to make Henry feel festive. Really the hat just ticked him off, so we wound up laughing hysterically and trying it on ourselves and then laughing some more and then putting it back on the dog, because, hey, it's fun. I'm hoping that as the kids grow older, these are the memories that they will take with them: our laughing at the crazy, dumb things we do as a family that make our life what it is.
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See, and my kids would rather have had a dog than a scavenger hunt. Sheesh. You are making memories for your children, and that's what counts. They will have the silliest, fondest memories of putting that get-up on Henry, and those moments are the important ones. Thank you, my friend, for your kind words. I sound so great, but if you could only see...the Christmas boxes that just got put back in the attic, the Valentine's decor that is piled on a folding table due to being stripped down on March 16, or the things I couldn't take pictures of because of the MESS in my house. I guess those are the things I'm trying to ignore and hoping that my kids will remember what you saw in my blog. A girl can hope.
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