Happy St. Patrick’s Day! The kids absolutely love when I do silly little things to incorporate the “minor holidays.” Just before midnight last night, I thought to myself Oh crap. I forgot to do something for them. Last year, we did footprints in the bathroom and they loved it. I tried to switch it up this year, and the results were less than stellar. I had the brilliant idea of trying to make leprechaun footprints out of some packing tape and parsley since I scoured the kitchen and it’s the only thing I had that was green. I envisioned how cute it would be and got to work. I very quickly realized that not only would it not be cute, but it would be a disaster of epic proportions. Todd walked in on me trying to align parsley in a footprint pattern on the tape and just about lost it with laughter. We had a hard time catching our breath and had tears streaming down our faces. It was that comical. We realized that the parsley looked like another herb instead, and we were worried that people would judge our leprechaun’s life choices. Knowing the kids would love it anyway, I decided to leave the abomination on the kitchen cabinet. I added more green foot prints made of paper, some leftover Christmas chocolates, some Mardi Gras beads, and some crumpled up dollar bills. Winning. I was so exhausted and could barely see straight at that point through the tears of laughter and the sleepiness.

It may not have looked pretty, at all, but the kids loved it. They were so impressed and scoured the house looking for the leprechaun’s point of entry. They were on their toes this morning to see if the leprechaun would play any tricks on them. They discussed it amongst themselves the whole way to school and are already planning on pooling their dollars and “saving them in one spot” so they could buy a new toy together. I may not have made pretty decorations, but I made my kids happy, and that is what counts.

Also, since I’m winning so much in the life department, I realized yesterday that we didn’t have anything green for T to wear to school. I rummaged through the back of her closet and found the dress I bought her for St. Patrick’s Day last year.  It’s a little short on her, but I stuffed the rest of her in it, told her not to bend over too far, and called it a day. She loves it, feels pretty, and is super excited. I do have to say, she looks adorable, too.

I think I legally have to make my coffee Irish today. Can you even imagine me bringing these kids into a liquor store? Yikes. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Have a fun, safe weekend!