The luck of the Irish

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day of course, a holiday that’s okay in my book. Unlike Valentine’s Day or Mother’s Day, it’s not just some excuse to make you spend money on cards and flowers. It’s generally just about having fun and acting marginally stupid. I can get on board with that.

I had a bit of good luck going for me as well yesterday – I was excused from jury duty. A few weeks ago I received a notice telling me to report on the 17th, but when I called the court’s recording on Sunday night as instructed, the monotone voice on the other end of the line said I didn’t need to show up. Must have been the leprechauns working their magic.

Don’t get me wrong – I think serving on juries when called is an important responsibility. I just wasn’t looking forward to it this week, having just spent the past week and a half out of the office for various reasons and trying to settle into some semblance of a two-child routine at home. Although I hope to get my Twelve Angry Men on at some juncture, I’m relieved I didn’t have to do it this week.

Green Day

The Boy and The Girl got into the spirit of things, donning their finest green duds for the occasion. The Wife and I also wore a little bit green as well. I don’t understand people who don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. They are sticks in the mud. Blah for them.

The Girl’s little “Baby’s First St. Patrick’s Day” onesie was actually the same one that her brother wore five years ago. The only difference was that this time we weren’t bracing for a blizzard like we were in 2003. It also fit her a little better than it did him. And, as with most things, she was insanely happy about wearing it.

Fries at the bottom of the bag

• Monday was also first day of practice for The Boy’s tee ball team. He’s on the Diamondbacks and they have six practices and then fourteen games. He did pretty well, although he was definitely the “little guy” out on the field.
• The Girl is now a pro at sitting up with some assistance.
• She also likes to have her toes nibbled on by silly parents.
• Getting back to jury duty, the “personalized” notice they sent me made me feel like a valued member of society.
• Our fridge is officially out of control. I may have to stage an intervention soon.