Okay, so neither Michael nor I have much Irish in us. He's primarily Italian and I'm mostly Scot. I guess that means Logan has maybe 1/12 Irish blood. But on a day like St. Patrick's Day, don't we all try to tap into our Irish just a little bit?
St. Patrick's day always seems like a fairwell to winter to me. The next major holiday is Easter, the herald of spring. (Although, if you live in Colorado like we do, Easter often looks a lot more like Christmas than spring.) The holiday has always been a fun one, even as a little girl I loved to dress in green and give little pinches to all those who forgot. I guess some things don't change!
Monkey looked very cute this morning in his leprechaun hat, which no longer fit his head even though we just bought it two weeks ago. Seeing the too-tight top hat crowning his grinning (and alternately screaming) face made me realize that it's not just the end of Winter 2007. It's also the end of his first Winter, and on to his first Spring....
