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Beginning Again & My Feeble Ode to St. Patrick

After 2 years the of being absent from the blogging world I have returned. I can literally hear the roar of applause! :)

Sometimes seasons of life just necessitate leaving bits of your "once self" behind in order to begin something new. I've been toying with the idea of restarting a blog since before Christmas and today I was finally met with the needed inspiration (and time!) to write a post. And so it begins...
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 Generally speaking, I am STELLAR at remembering holidays and kids school parties and all things celebratory. However, on this particular Monday, I totally forgot it was St. Patrick's Day. My son did end up wearing green but it was a freak accident. And thank GOD for that! Because for my sensitive little man, not showing up to school in green would have been devastating.

So what it all boils down to is that I didn't realize that at the ripe ol' age of 5, my little man would want to celebrate St. Patrick's Day in some which-way at our home. OOPS. Luckily, I overheard him and his little friend discussing magic pennies and realized that this would be my saving grace. I just happened to have plenty of pretty pennies in my wallet. Fast forward to me distracting the boys with a cartoon so I could toss pennies all over the front & back patios and then send the little munchkins outside to find what the leprechaun had left for them.

No, I didn't accomplish anything Pinterest worthy today in celebration of this Day O' Green, but I did get to delight in the sweet smiles of two boys on the hunt for magic pennies. Mission Accomplished.

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Unknown said…
And my little man later told Daddy that this day was "magical". Win!
March 17, 2014 at 6:51 PM
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