Seamus McDermott

Well, a leprechaun has moved into our house. His name is Seamus McDermott (and that is pronounced Shay-mus for all you non-Irish speakers). We left him a pot of gold last night and he left us some goodies in exchange and left his calling card saying he was happy to have found a good home.
I threw this together at the last minute, because I couldn't see St. Patrick's Day come and go without doing something, and I really didn't feel like dying all our food green this year. The girls loved it though. June has been looking for the leprechaun all day. It is so sweet. She asks me questions like,
"Is he wearing green?"
"Do leprechauns walk or fly?"
"Where would he hide his gold?"
and then I catch her looking behind her mirror and under her bed. I told her that leprechauns don't like to be found because they are scared someone would take their gold, and she said, "I wouldn't take his gold." Sweet girl. I love that she doesn't even contemplate that her parents could be doing this, instead of a leprechaun. Life must be magical when you are a kid.

Here are some pictures of us getting ready for bed and filling our pot of gold. By the way, it is Tyler's idea to always stick things to our foreheads (don't ask me why?).

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!