Yesterday was Luke's first St. Patrick's Day - a holiday that we celebrate around Duffytown with more gusto than some other, more important holidays, such as Easter.
To celebrate, Luke wore green, and he also had his 9-month doctor's appointment, where we discovered that he now weighs 19.5 lbs. Carrying him around, you'd think it was more!
So, on to the St. Patrick's Day part. Incase you're not aware, "craic" (pronounced crack) is an Irish word that is used to describe a good time, when you're having fun. And hanging with this little guy is definitely always good craic.
Yesterday was Luke's afternoon with Renee, our wonderful two-afternoons-a-week-sitter, and I headed out to do some work and hit the gym. Well, Keith managed to get out of work at 3:30 pm (I told him to tell his boss he needed to get out early on account of being 100% Irish; guess he listened), so instead of working or working out, we did what any self-respecting Irish American (living in Canada?) does on March 17th - we went out for a pint of Guinness!
It was delicious. It was the first time I've consumed an entire pint of Guinness and it was delicious.
Then, since it was such a lovely evening, we packed up little craic boy and went out to dinner. Keith had the special lamb stew and I had short rib (people reading this who know me are probably thinking "whaaaat?") Well, just like the Guinness, it was delicious.
Sadly we had to miss the Irish step dancers that were due to perform in the restaurant at 8 pm, because Lukey was getting tired and on the verge of a melt down. Oh, and wait - I just realized that it was the first St. Patrick's EVER that Keith didn't even pick up the bagpipes. I guess Grandpa Duffy made up for that by playing in the biggest St. Patrick's Day parade on earth... I guess we're covered.
So, not the perfect St.P's but pretty good craic anyway.
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