March 17th Anna woke up early. I could hear her wandering around the house, but I simply rolled over until she aroused me with her usual, "Mom, I'm so hungry will you get me my breakfast yet?" Instead, Anna came in and said, "Mom, there is something strange going on here. The leprechauns have not turned anything in our house green!" I guess the previous year when we were living at Grandma Tidwell's "the leprechauns" had turned her milk green. So as not to destroy the imagination and dreams of a five-year-old, I quickly rolled my eyes and responded with some hoopla story about how they hadn't made it to our house yet. Then I sent the St. Patty's Day General off to preschool and wracked my brain over what I 
could turn green. I had overheard Anna tell her dad the night before she was worried the leprechauns would turn her dog Lady green. (For those of you who don't know: Lady is a stuffed dog that Anna bought at the dollar store when she was three. This dog is treated better than a real dog. She is truly a member of the family.) So as you can see from the picture, "the leprechauns" cleverly turned Lady's house green and gave her a lovely green bow. "The leprechauns" also attempted to dye the milk, but this leprechaun's dye was the gel kind and it took fifteen minutes to turn that milk a pale celery c
olor. Anna was ecstatic to find that "the leprechauns had come!" Once I asked her to drink her milk she said, "Mom, it's green milk! That's so gross! I can't drink that!" At least Seth drank his milk so my efforts were not in complete vain. (If you look closely you can detect a green milk mustache on Seth's face!) We spent the rest of the day making leprechaun puppets and looking for little green men. I'm not Irish! I don't know how the rest of y'all celebrate St. Patrick's Day, but I guess from now on we're playing it like Old St. Nick!
Ruthie is still content rolling back and forth on the floor and playing with her "piggies." She could care less about rolling over or sitting up or moving period. Why would she need to when everyone comes to her! She really is darling and keeps the kids entertained with her giggles and squeals. She most particularly hates her rice cereal right now. She thinks waking up in the middle of the night with Mom is still great--why eat anything that will stick to her ribs! How did I end up with three poor eaters! Rob and I are NOT picky eaters--what's the deal with our kids! I even sampled the rice cereal with pears. It really isn't that bad! Come on Ruthie!
