I don't recall every celebrating St. Patrick's Day once class parties stopped happening. Which is bull shit that they do. High school students love cupcakes and goody bags too. Even now Danny and I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I think the year before last we talked a big game and "planned" on going to a bar in town for their St. Patty's Day party to get drunk, but I'm pretty sure we ended up ordering take out from somewhere and going to bed around 10.
But now that I have a cute 13lb-chubby cheek-handsome baby boy to
|I'm still going to pinch him|
He is stinkin' cute though so it's worth the whole $7 I paid for it.
Speaking of stinkin... I am not lying when I tell this story. So I am taking Tuck's picture this morning. He's sitting in his chair and he starts leaning over onto his right arm. He gets comfy and lets out a huge fart. 3 months old and he's already practicing the "one cheek sneak." His Papaw Dan would be so proud.
Happy St. Patricks' Day everyone!