This morning, I didn't have high hopes for celebration--even thinking that St. Patrick's Day would be the holiday I let slip away this year. Then Rachel called and said she ditched school so we could celebrate together (okay, her kid did have a fever last night and was feeling a bit under the weather, but I like to think it was for me). We both concluded that since our kids have played together in the last few days, if the germs were going to jump, they would have already. We skipped over for lunch. Thank you Rachel. I can't wait for summer break.
Green Shamrock Buttermilk Pancakes, with whipped cream, sprinkles, and green syrup. Good.
Green Eggs and Ham, eh, not so much. Some food should not be served green (sorry Rachel & Mr. Seuss).
Followed by a charming story time about wee green men who beat the shins and ankles of others.
It really was a captivating story.
We all enjoyed making wee wheat grass leprechaun gardens and icing leprechaun hats.
Earlier Alison had told me that she needed new rainboots because her's were too small (true) and sopping wet. Later when I went to turn off running water, I found this.
Burning off some energy with IZ.
Okay, I may be using the term 'working' a bit loosely.
Yeah, they're hunting worms.
For hours, every day.
They are exceptional at planting peas though. I'll keep them.
