HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY!!!

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We haven't gotten into the full swing of St. Patrick's Day celebrations yet for this year, so I thought I'd share our revelry from last year because I adore these pictures so, so much.

Sarah was especially festive with all of her green accents
And our green apple juice
And green milk and green waffles, and of course all of our green Mardi Gras beads. Mawmaw partied that weekend with us too. It was a fun day.

This year we will make corned beef and cabbage, Irish soda bread, and make lots and lots of Irish decorations around the house. After that we'll go to Wal-Mart and hopefully find a nice St. Patrick's Day movie to finish out the day. Being that this is my first year to make the traditional meal, we'll hope for the best and have pizza on back-up just in case. Happy Day to you!

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