Photo Album: Brynlee's Birthday

Four, 4, IV, Cuatro

One year older and wiser too.

Happy {fourth} birthday to you!

Catching Leprechauns

This, my dear lads and lasses, is a Leprechaun.

No! Not a real Leprechaun. A decoy. Used by a {not so} Irish, freckle-faced three-year-old to lure in the real Leprechauns.

Plan A as outlined by the three-year-old: Use the counterfeit Leprechaun to bait REAL LIVE Leprechauns who, when seeing fake Leprechaun, will come running to say Hi and extend loving Leprechaun hugs! In which the hidden {not so} Irish, freckle-faced three-year-old will have the opportunity to see a REAL LIVE LEPRECHAUN. And then steal the leprechauns gold!

Plan A-Attempt 1: In mom & dad's room.

Plan A- Attempt 2: In the toy room

Plan A-Attempt 3: Under the table in toy room

No sight of the Leprechaun, or his gold. Plan A abandoned.

Plan B as outlined by the three-year-old: Make a trail of Lucky Charms (only the marshmallows, because seriously…who eats the other part) from the back door to the dining room. There the three-year-old will be loitering in wait to sneak peak of the REAL LIVE LEPRECHAUNS. And then steal their gold!

Sat in wait for a looooong ten minutes. No sign of the leprechauns. Plan B foiled.

Plan C as outlined by the three-year-old: Use a green cupcake, strategically placed on the kitchen floor, as a lure for those sneaky leprechauns. Cupcake was eaten by little person, but still no sign of the leprechauns. Dang that little {green cupcake eating} brother!

Plan C dumped.

Plan D as outlined by the three-year-old: Color a glass of milk green with the last little bit of the green food coloring that mom didn't use celebrating St. Patrick's Day. Wait for Leprechauns appearance, because really who can refuse green milk. Not Leprechauns.

Or can they?

No sign of the green milk drinking leprechauns. Plan D and the day-old dream of seeing a REAL LIVE LEPRECHAUN destroyed.  At least until next year.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, my friends.
Hope you saw a REAL LIVE Leprechaun today.
Or at least got your hands on his gold.

News of the marrying sort

Do you want to hear a joke?
How do you catch a Polar Bear?
{give up?}

Okay, so what you do is you cut a hole in the ice.

Then you put peas all around it.

And when the bear comes to take a pea...you kick him in the ice-hole!

*****

Dad told us the Polar Bear joke at the start of a family trip to Canada. It immediately became my then 11 year old brother, Alan's, favorite joke. Like favorite joke EVER! As in, Alan's life was perpetually changed by the Polar Bear joke. Every other sentence out of that kid's mouth for the remainder of the week long trip went something like this, "Do you want to hear a joke" immediately followed by, "Okay, so what you do is you cut a hole in the ice…" It was only slightly annoying. So slightly annoying that as a last attempt in a fatiguing battle to get Alan to SHUT-UP, my mom rolled up the book of road maps and wacked him over the head. Without missing a beat, an unfazed Alan responded, "Hey mom, do you want to hear a joke!"

*****

And in other breaking news:

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Congrats Alan and Jaelynn. Love you guys!

And in case you're interested in getting them a wedding gift; may I suggest a road atlas…or a hard-back dictionary!

P.S. Thank you SO MUCH for all your kind comments, phone calls and emails about this post. I love you guys. You all gave me the perfect bloggy pick-me-up! Did I mention that I like really like you guys?! Because I do.

P.S.S.  And it was brought to my attention that I forgot to mention my mom in my who I blog for line-up. Hi mom, I love you!  I can't believe I forgot to mention you....because I mainly blog just for you!