Mr. Boy is Super Mega Irish, and we met his beloved birthmom on Saint Patrick's Day, eight years ago. I can't help but celebrate the day in Mr. Boy's honor. AK has some Irish blood and so does Mr. Man, so it's a day worth celebrating. Every year the kids look forward the mischievous leprechauns who visit and make mischief. This year they left cookies for breakfast among their footprints.
Their footprints were everywhere.
Crayola Window Markers! Look even the Chalet is festive for the holiday with it's green fence!
Those pesky leprechauns turned our milk green...
and stole our bowls, leaving tiny mutant green ones behind.
The Juans were a little baffled by our festivities, but after the kids chased them around the yard trying to pinch them, they quickly adopted the holiday and sported a green hammer and green handled pliers.
Happy St. Patricks Day, may the luck of the Irish follow you all year long.