We were out the door by 9:30 a.m. Not quite as early as mom and dad used to rock out on St. Pat's but not half bad either. It was a beautiful morning...
Hair?
Mom made Dad take a memory shot...
7 months and change old.
5 days old.
Another memory shot, this time at The Bar...
7 months and change old.
2 weeks old.
Enough with the memory shots.
Time to eat.
And charm the table neighbors - "He's so cute."
"This he's a she."
Home to play with Dad.
And melt mom's heart.
It was quite the day.
I was out like a leprechaun by 6:15 p.m.
(Mom's take? I was pleasantly surprised at the not-Marge-traditional-tipsy-fun I had with my family on St. Patrick's Day. I didn't stumble anywhere and tasted every bite of the soda bread Will made. The weather couldn't have been better. It made me happy to be alive. And a titch Irish. And a mom. One more time... Slainte!)
