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.