I don't really understand St.
Patricks Day. I don't know why we really celebrate it. I don't really get it, but, it is a holiday - so celebrate it, we must. A month ago, while waiting in the lobby for I. to finish her art lessons, I was flipping through a magazine (Family Fun, I believe). G. saw
Leprechaun Traps and the idea exploded from there.
Last night, we spent family night making traps. G. kept telling us facts he remembers from the magazine.
Leprechauns like
shiny things, they don't like to follow rules, they are very tricky. So, both I. and G. tried to make a trap they were certain would work. They taped pennies underneath a sheet of plastic wrap.

Then put candy in the bottom of the box. I. put tape, so he would get stuck and be trapped. To top it off, they had to put signs on it, that they knew he wouldn't follow.

I. was so certain it would work - she even told us she would be on the TV and in the newspaper because no one has ever caught one before.
Alas, this morning when we awoke, their traps were empty. There was a note and a box of Lucky Charms.

The fun was far from over. I. wrote a nice polite note:

Then she came running out of the toy room - green toys had been gathered and she was absolutely positive she put them away last night.

At lunch time, G. found his plate looking like this, and it kind of made him nervous to think that someone so sneaky might still be in the house:
I. came home telling me that the leprechaun must have packed her lunch today, because she knows I would never pack a lunch that had so many fruits and vegetables in it! It was all green - even her water bottle had green punch in it!
It took many hours to assure G. that we were safe. I overheard him telling his little friends that leprechauns are really sneaky and smart, just like the devil! For dinner, we had broccoli and cheese soup, whole wheat bread sticks, and green jello.
So, that's how we celebrated a holiday I don't even understand. I feel it's my motherly duty. Now I am tired, and am ready to go to bed (5 am is very early and I'm still working out then).
Extra pictures, just because I want to. Look how cute M.'s hair is today (mom, the scab on her forehead is from her scratching so much in her sleep last week when she had her allergic reaction. Poor girl)! 