This St. Patrick's Day was fairly different from the ones of old, though perhaps I didn't mind so much. I did wish we could try the local brewery's take on a "Guinness" style beer, but oh well. I never did like the crowds. One of the St. Paddy's day low points would be when I was having a panic attack in an over-crowded bar in my early 20's, and was staring at a picture on a wall, just trying to hold it together and some obnoxious guy kept trying to hit on me, and when I wasn't responding, he started making fun of how obviously freaked-out I was. Classy.
This year, Tim, Cathy, and Dean came over for lunch, we wore a lot of green, and then we stayed in and ate corned beef and cabbage for dinner. Pretty chill. But we had a good time. Robby LOVED corned beef, and mashed potatoes even more. And this was after he had demolished a full hamburger patty, 1/2 a cup of fruit salad, and 1/2 a cup of pasta salad at lunch. The kid is hungry, what can I say?
It's interesting to note just what is different at different stages. Obviously, Dean is walking and Robby isn't, but the more interesting bits are the ones that are small and don't cross your mind until you witness them. For instance, they were sitting on our kitchen floor playing with canisters full of utensils. They both were happily pulling them out and banging them...but only Dean was putting them back IN the canister. Oh, to think, Robby might be able to start helping clean up one day soon! ;)
Anyway, Happy St. Paddy's Day, and I hope yours was wonderful!