I-rish I were Irish

Last year St. Patrick's Day became a big deal for us. Something about a 6 year old boy hearing on the bus that leprechauns weren't real and coming home telling his mom that he knew they were real and would come visit our house that night leaving behind candy and gold... I had forgotten all about last year until Cameron reminded me the morning of the 16th that we had to get our leprechaun trap ready. Since I tend to be a "go big or go home" kind of gal, I had to jump right in and prepare for that night and set about running around town for various items I would need later. Cameron came up with his trap idea on his own and sure enough, by morning there were little white leprechaun footprints all over the carpet upstairs and green leprechaun pee in all the toilets. There was gold confetti and gold wrapped peanut butter cups and even four gold Sacajawea dollar coins (very hard to find!). Alas, the leprechaun out-smarted us again and was not in our trap come morning, but at least he left us some goodies.

The boys wore green and Cameron took in lucky pennies to his classmates. All day Gavin refused to eat anything that wasn't green because the previous day at preschool their snack was all green- apples, grapes and even green juice. So I tinted everything for lunch a kelly greenish color for my little Irish boy and we compromised for dinner. We had a non-green but Irish dinner of corned beef and swiss panini's with lime sherbet floats and a green dessert pizza with kiwi's, green apples and grapes. Jeremy loved it so much he said we should make it a tradition. St. Patricks' Day is surely becoming a much bigger deal than I ever thought it would be considering we are far from Irish, but little things like this make the kids so happy and excited, it's hard not to get caught up in it yourself a little. Erin Go Bragh!