We had a fantastic St. Patrick's Day. Adorned in "pinch free" attire we headed to the greenest place we could find...the park. We brought along our kite and soccer balls too.
The kids (minus George, who sat around in his "blobness") probably ran a total of two miles after chasing the soccer ball and sprinting around the field with the kite.
Dad and George got a little nap here and there. We learned the hard way that George doesn't like to be awake all day. He wouldn't eat and screamed so much when we got home we had to strip him down to his diaper and give him some daddy "chest time."
We really enjoyed watching Sadie fly the kite. Jack wasn't as interested as he was in kicking the ball into the post while shouting "GOAL" over and over again. Sadie was absolutely determined to make that airplane fly. She figured the best way (for her) was to just run! If she ran the wind would keep it up. Poor thing was sore the next day from her mini marathon.
After finally getting the older, sunburned chiddlers to bed, George slept like this while we watched Forest Gump. He was tired! I never really celebrated St. Patrick's Day but now that I'm a Cannon whose family comes from the Isle of Man, I feel we need to represent:-) Happy Patty's Day to all!
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