It Was A Lucky Day

We had the luck of the Irish on our side on St. Patrick's Day even though I am only slightly Irish. It was definitely not like the St. Patrick's Days of the past, drinking green beer with friends at a local Irish bar, but it was definitely one of the nicest St. Patty's Days I can remember.

The morning started out perfectly with my mom bringing over bakery (yeah, baby!) and spending some time with Ben and I while Joey and Tommy were in school. When she left Ben and I hustled to start the laundry and get to the store before picking up Tommy from school. As I went to drop off the groceries at home I pulled up to the house and noticed a little pink outfit hanging on my door. Our first little lady outfit had arrived by a mysterious donor. I drooled over it for only a few minutes and then rushed out the door to get Joey from school.

We had record breaking weather with temperatures close to 70. The boys and I spent every single moment we could outside, playing on the playground at school for an hour, zooming truck on the grass, swinging sticks in the puddles, and running around like lunatics. We quickly ate lunch and the boys took short little naps and were back outside in no time. I sat on the porch with my lemonade and my camera while the boys played in little boy heaven. It was perfect.

(Though Ben managed to get yet another owwie in the exact spot the last owwie just healed, it did not slow him down at all. Still, now we will have to wait another couple weeks to take his two year pictures.)

And. AND! When the hubby came home he told me how he had settled a massive case at work that he had been working on for the past three years. Oh happy day!

We finished up the day with peanuts and fruit snacks on the floor, barbecue for dinner, and snuggling on the couch afterwards.
(Yes, my shirt says "Green Beer Taste Tester" but I promise I didn't test any this year.) ;)
Yes. It was a lucky day.