
So I was going to post some stuff last night about St Patrick along with some pics of my boys in green, but our night turned out to be way more complicated than expected. But I'll get to that later.


So Tuesday when we were talking about St Patrick's day with Silas and how we were going to have Uncle Mitchell and Matthew over for dinner. And he stopped and looked at us very thoughtfully and said, "Mom, when is St Silas day?" I about lost it. So we explained to him that it was PaTriCK not PaDraic. He spent the rest of the day correcting us when we said Padraic and thought we were talking about St Patrick. I must admit I have a hard time typing Patrick myself. I'm so used to to typing Padraic.

And oh Padraic. We were talking at dinner about insurance and I looked at Padraic and said to him "hay no hospital visits this year, dude." And we all laughed. After dinner the boys went to clean their room so they could watch a dvdv. We put them up on the bed put in a Shaun the Sheep disk and went back to the table to hang out with my brother and sister-in-law. A few episodes later I heard a thud and as I headed into the room Padraic began to scream. Thank goodness Uncle Mitchell and Aunt Sarah were there so they took Silas for a sleep over with Matty. Padraic was a trooper at the hospital crying very little, he really just wanted to go to sleep. So he got stapled up and we were on our way home before midnight. What a holiday.
All I wanted was corned beef and Guinness and I got so much more.