St. Patrick's Day and the Food Trials Continue
Here is the fabulous three leafed clover hairdo Rebekah sported last Sunday in honor of my favorite holiday, St. Patrick's Day. I am not Irish, I've never met Darby O'Gil or his little people, and I have never found a pot of gold. Despite these things, I am an avid celebrator of St. Patrick's Day; we're talking Thanksgiving proportions. We all dress in green (if you don't, I pinch you mercilessly until you change!), we think about things that are green or should be, and we top the day off with an Irish feast of corned beef and cabbage and Irish soda bread. 'Tis a wondrous day indeed. I think this year was another fabulous St. Patrick's Day. Happy snake whacking!
Xavier is still not terribly jazzed about food other than milk. Loyd has been volunteering to tempt him with our specially made rice cereal delight. Sadly, even with the encouragement of his super cool and amazingly awesome older brother, Xavier manages to keep most of the cereal out of his tummy.
This picture was too cute not to post. Loyd is showing off his natural Texas cowboy style. These are Rebekah's boots, but they are easier to put on himself than other shoes. Maybe we'll have to buy the kid a pair in his own size.
Finally, just a reminder to always be on your toes. You never know when a fairy might pop up ready to grant your wish.
Finally, just a reminder to always be on your toes. You never know when a fairy might pop up ready to grant your wish.
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