First, we have a scosh of Irish in us (and by “us” I mean my side of the gene pool) so we can deliberately and authentically recognize this day.  Second, being Catholic and all, we can really kick it up a notch.  So, without further ado, St. Patrick’s feast from our house . . .

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We began the day with scones and much to my shock and dismay, Philip enthusiastically wolfed them down without whining or complaining once.  A St. Patrick’s day miracle.

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After some chores (and much screaming and yelling – not from me) it was on to Kid School.  Mama Syd introduced the kiddos to “hot pictures” – crayon drawings on a hot plate.  Check out Max’s bishop miter above.

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I worked on shamrocks with hearts . . . lots of glue.

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And then we painted.  Thaaaat’s right, the boys are painting in the above photo.  In the canister is a piece of paper, paint, a pom-pom, penny and marble.

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This is one of the finsihed results.

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In the afternoon, we had some friends pay us a visit and Mama Syd got to work on some corned beef and making some Guinness bread.

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Then, before supper, she gave us all a lesson on how to pour Guinness.  Apparently our beer glasses aren’t big enough to handle a proper pour.  At any rate, we had a delicious supper and fine company with Susan and Mama Syd at our table.  And experienced the second St. Patrick day miracle with Philip eating loads of corned beef.

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The Guinness bread – a Christmas gift from my pal Trisha – was a HUGE hit.  The kids asked for seconds . . . and thirds.  In fact, it was all Tess ate for supper – “bled” and blueberries.

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Oh, and Jell-o.  Lots and lots of green Jell-o.  Hopefully her system survives it!

My favorite part of the evening was the entertainment.

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Classic.