Erin Go Bragh

You can always count on Dad's yard to produce your first official sings of spring!  Evangeline and I stopped off to pick up Dad on our way to the Terre Haute St. Patrick's parade.  What fun! 

 

 

Evangeline was, um...fortunate enough to have been the recipient of this dandy little noise maker at the parade.  It provided lots of fun until it broke.  There were tears, but only a few.  Happily there was a humongous bag of candy waiting to cheer her up.  Dad and I were laughing because she was being choosy about what candy she picked up at the parade this year.  She left the Double Bubble laying where it fell letting us know it was "hard as a rock".  You can afford to be selective at the St. Patrick's parade.  A kid does not want for candy there, that's for sure. 

     

 

The brief warm snap we had was food for the soul.  Especially when it hit the mid-70's on Monday.  Unfortunately Evangeline woke up vomiting that morning.  I stayed home from school with her.  The good news was, it didn't last long and she was back to her old self at about 10:30 in the morning.  We took it easy for the first half of the day, but that afternoon was mostly spent outside.  She told me that she sure picked a good day to be sick.  It's true, she did.

 

We had a little St. Patrick's party on the 17th.  In addition to myself, it consisted of Evangeline, Kyle and Peggy.  We had beef Irish stew and cheddar Irish soda bread biscuits.  I got the recipes from a Shnuck's cookbook from Carbondale.  They used to hand them out every quarter or so.  I can't seem to part with them.  There are many things I've wanted to try.  This meal was one of them.  We've been eating it for days now and I'm glad to move on.

One more cute picture...Here is Evangeline, my little imp, at the book fair at school on St. Patrick's Day.