St. Patrick's day is not as big here as it is in New York. There are plenty of celebrations at your local pub but where are the parades and "Kiss me I'm Irish" buttons" ? I find this strange because there are plenty of Irish here, true Irish. True Irish that moved here in this decade and not century. Anyway, Erin did make a shamrock in daycare and ate some Irish soda bread. Here she is celebrating at home. (she's not drinking the Pepsi !)
We needed to break in her new Easter shoes, she loves shoes (what girl doesn't) but these are a bit stiff. She was clonking around the house looking like Frankenstein so they came off within two minutes. Check out her outfit, nothing matches and she has crazy bed hair.
Speaking of wild hair I'm renamed her "Crazy Hair". Her hair is out of control and I just love it- it's the funniest and I'm not ready to cut it. It fits her personality perfectly and it's become a show stopper wherever we go. Here she is with Paul after she came out of the pool and just towel dried it. Crazy Hair !
