Friday, March 18, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day

My husband doesn't like St. Patrick's Day. I don't know why. My theory is that it's because his birthday is two days before and he gets post-birthday blues because everyone has moved on to the new celebration. In other words he's jealous of St. Patrick. I don't know, but despite his St. Patrick's Day bah humbugness, the kids and I like to celebrate. They are always quick to remember to wear green. They all picked out their outfits the night before, but poor Bradley was so sad he didn't have a green shirt. However, I surprised him with a new green T-shirt in the morning that I bought on clearance (score!) last evening on my grocery trip to Walmart. It was fun to see the smile on his face when he saw it. My husband ended up enjoying the festivities and he even put on a green shirt to join in the fun. I think he was in a better mood this year because he got a cool guitar for his birthday that hasn't lost it's novelty yet.

Family Photo
Rachel did not want to cooperate and wear jeans like the rest of us. She insisted on the pink tutu. It also took some convincing her to wear the striped green shirt this morning that actually belongs to Wendy. Rachel has her set favorite outfits and doesn't like to deviate from them. I usually only take a picture of the kids on St. Patrick's Day, but I had a cool Kelly green shirt to wear today, so I thought I'd throw Mommy and Daddy in there this year. 

It was magically delicious. We had green milk too.

We had ham sandwiches and Green Hawaiian Punch. This was a special treat for the kids, all 21 grams of high fructose corn syrup in each serving. That stuff was super sweet and so yummy. Emily even wrote about it in her journal before going to bed tonight. 

Green eggs, green grits, and green beans (and potatoes).
The kids ate all their eggs even though Bradley said they looked like vomit. When I was cooking the grits, Jason exclaimed, "Green grits?! I LOVE green grits!" as if he's had them before. He did enjoy them.

My dad and sister sent some little plastic shot glass size shamrock cups filled with golden Rolos. They were super cute. They weren't actually dessert because I think most of the kids ate theirs before lunch. Poor Wendy left hers on a window sill within reach of a 10 month old. He got as much chocolate and caramel out of the two Rolos he grabbed that he could with the wrappers still on. Some tears were shed by both parties when I swiped Georges mouth clean and broke the news to Wendy. Curious Jason thought it would be a good idea to see what happens when you take the leg of a stool and stick it inside  the cup while the Rolos are still in it, and sit on it.

He also thought his cup was a cool place to put the rubber band that comes on Broccoli.

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