Lucky

(Our dirty laundry sometime mid-march.  Isn't it lovely?)

How 'bout a ridiculously detailed retelling of our March 17th?  Might as well.  Kids are busy playing together...seeking me only every 10 minutes or so with various sibling allegations. 

We had a good time.  Green milk and all that. 

("I LOVE green milk!!" Spencer hollered after catching sight of the altered liquid in the fridge.  He is an enthusiast of the highest order.)   

And look how much that Lucky Charms face has changed!

I thought about making myself a green drink for breakfast.  But we only buy Lucky Charms once a year! 

Ate mine out of a mug with a serving spoon.  Hmmmm.  Time to do the dishes.  Spencer helped me...

...while Lucy practiced the piano.

Then we all made Jello.

 

Our afternoon was so fun.  We ran errands and played/worked outside. 

Lunch was green. 

(Don't be deceived by the smile.  Lucy was completely unimpressed by my makeshift shamrock quesadillas.  Thought they just looked like hearts!!   Sheesh! =)    She was, however, impressed by the {horrible} Irish accent I used periodically throughout the day.  "You know Irish?!"..."How did you learn that, Mom?!" =)
After lunch Lucy and Spencer decorated a few sugar cookies thanks to our cute neighbors...

...and sometime in the afternoon, they watched Pinocchio for the first time (Spencer: "I LOVE whales!!"). 
Pinocchio = totally unrelated to St. Patrick's Day. 
Turns out we are kind of Disney loyalists. 
But we weren't lacking in green.

I wore the green argyle socks Wes gave me for a birthday several years ago.

There were stickers and games, thanks to our cousins,

And we had fun making dinner together:

The ever popular Fruit Rainbow, and...

Pots of (cheddarandcauliflowersoup) Gold.

Lucy thought that was clever.  (Few!)

We had to dash after dinner to make our evening's entertainment (stake roadshows).  Spencer wanted to stay and eat his green jello (he'd been asking and waiting all day).  "We'll eat it after the show!" I told him.  That got him into the car, but when I pulled into the church parking lot (he must have expected a movie theatre!) he burst into tears!  Made me laugh and laugh!  He tears were readily dried,

and we had a great time at the event.  Except for that one moment when a woman tapped my shoulder from behind and whispered, "he's pulling his pants down."  I stared at her blankly until she motioned to Spencer, standing on the chair next to me.  And yes.  He was.  "No!"  I hissed at him fanatically, yanking up the back of his trousers.  "No, no, no, and no. Do you need to use the restroom?"  I whispered, wondering what had possessed him.  "No,"  he whispered back, still watching the show intently, calm as a summer's morning. 

???????

Only one thing is for sure:  he couldn't have mooned a more receptive crowd than the cluster of 12 and 13 year old boys sitting behind us!

And with that, we called St. Patrick's day a wrap! 

(He got his green jello before bed.)

(And the last thing I heard from Lucy's room was a distressed call, "Mom! We didn't catch a leprechaun!" =)

I tell ye, I am one lucky mother.