March has hit The Little Cottage, full-tilt! The children’s art wall now sports homemade St. Patty’s day clovers from years-gone-by.
Every year, our family has gathered at the kitchen table to make our own artistic renderings of shamrocks. No, we’re not Irish, but we do like to celebrate like we were!!!
Who wouldn’t? No one, that’s who!
This was Varmint’s, from last year……
…and this was Critters from 2008….he had a hard time writing his name (Garrick), and so this particular shamrock is known as the “Gorrk Shamrock”.
And this one was Grandma Jane’s from way back in….oh, wait…it was last year. Let’s be honest…she pencil-whipped it. Grandma Jane has a problem with whipping up motivation to make shamrocks. I think that particular shamrock was her way of saying “Here’s my bleepity bleep bleep family shamrock…can we eat now?” She’s like that….
And after we do the shamrocks, which everyone except Grandma happily does, we dress up the Moose. He has a nice top hat and bow tie. He’s dapper, that guy.
You’ll note the yummy muffins in the background. I wish I could brag that they were homemade, but this particular carbo-loaded pile is fresh from the store.
I’ll be honest, my muffins suck. No Blarney. For real. I’ve rarely been able to turn out a perfectly fluffy muffin. Got a C in Home Economics on my muffins because I was too rough on my batter. Some things never change.
Don’t tell anyone. I live in shame, to this day.
Where was I?
Right, the Moose. My Captain dressed him yesterday. He did it super fast, too. Faster than you could look up how to spell Shillelagh….which took me longer than you’d believe because I’m a bonehead, apparently.
He walked out there, all casual-like, threw the costume on lightning-quick, and hightailed it back to the house before more than a couple of cars passed the house.
Our Dapper Leprechaun Moose. Do you think My Captain was embarrassed to be seen doing that for me? That’s love, I tell ya.
Eleven more days until St. Patty’s day! Not that we’re counting or anything!
Don’t judge.
Mama Boe 