In The Hammock

She didn't argue about doing her reading homework tonight. 

I think she even read longer than the required 20 minutes.

Santa's Little Snitch

Seems Santa isn't the only one keeping score.

Niamh has been keeping her own list of who is Naughty (Noty), Nice, and Annoying!

I agree that Annoying deserves its own special tally. While my kids aren't often Naughty, I do frequently think they are Annoying.

I've got to hand it to her, Niamh is scoring herself pretty honestly.

As for Finn, he's lucky that his sister doesn't report directly to Mr. Claus.

Better

They aren't perfect....and I don't expect anything more than mediocrity from them...but the dogs are getting better.

At least they weren't standing on the table this time.

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh

Foiled Again!

We had a smart leprechaun this year. He got out of the trap Niamh constructed pretty easily, probably when he realized that the gold was fake.

We think that's when he was lured by the temptations Finn had left for him. The gold rocks were scattered about the table, the Bushmill's was emptied, and there was a hole burrowed out the side of Finn's Leprechaun Trap. Finn thinks he used the empty bottle of Bushmill's to break the wall of the box, and from there he escaped.

After he drank his Bushmills, he peed in our toilet which turned the water green, he colored all our milk and cream green, and he switched all our healthy whole grain cereals to Lucky Charms. That Jerk.

Then, after Lucky Charms for breakfast, I thought Go on, ruin yourself, Bernie (name that movie), and we had green cupcakes from Trophy for lunch.

 The kids needed some cheering up after their Leprechaun Traps failed once again. Cupcakes for kids are like daisies for adults. Don't daisies cheer up everyone? (And the stupid Leprechaun drank all the Bushmills so that option was taken off the table.)

The Traps

Each year, for St. Paddy's Day, the kids make traps to catch the sneaky leprechaun that comes to our house. Each year, the traps become more elaborate. We haven't caught one of the little people yet, but we aren't going to give up.

Hearing the plans for the traps in Niamh's and Finn's own words helps one appreciate the thought that goes in to this annual endeavor.  So, here you go. Appreciate your hearts out.

I dread the Science Fairs of the future.

The Simple Order of Things

I can't post about Easter...

...until I post about St. Patrick's Day.

I can't post about St. Patrick's Day...

...until I post about My Birthday.

I can't post about My Birthday...

...until I post about Christmas. (Did anyone notice Christmas was missing?)

I can't post about Christmas...

...because it was 4 months ago and I forgot the details. (Except the ones that involved Steve rushing me out of the house telling me the kids were ready and everything was in the car only to find out half way to Auntie Alex's house that Niamh wasn't wearing her tights, sweater, or necklace, and that the battery to my camera was still charging at home, and that some of the gifts for our family didn't make it to the car. Some details are unforgettable.)