I never really give much thought to St. Patrick's Day, so I kind of forgot about it last week until I heard the kids talking about it a few days before. They were so excited! Oliver and Rachel were especially sure that it was going to be the best holiday ever - I think Ollie had hyped it up quite a bit to Rachel. I overheard him telling her that "It is just SO awesome!" and "Dad doesn't even have to go to work!!" They were both a little sad when I told them this wasn't true. Good thing it was Spring Break last week - I think Ollie would have been devastated to find out that there was still school on such an important holiday.
Anyway, the kids were spending all day making elaborate St. Patrick's day decorations and cards and pictures, and Rachel kept trying to find out more details about the big day - "Like, Mom - so what do we actually get to DO on St. Patrick's Day?", so I decided I should at least make it a little fun for them.
Luckily, even with such high expectations, they were pretty easy to please - I bought some Apple Jacks, limeade, green apples, and green jello to eat that day and they thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Then Daniel called around lunchtime and asked if we all wanted to go to lunch with him, so I told the kids we were going to go on a really special St. Patrick's Day outing with Dad (as if it was part of the plan, of course).
Then after lunch we let the kids play around on a playground right by the restaurant, which they thought was an extra fun holiday activity.
Here they all are in their various green outfits that they had picked out to wear:
Later that afternoon I printed up a bunch of little papers with rainbows and a pot of gold on them, and I wrote little treasure hunt clues on the back and then hid them all over the house. The kids loved figuring out all the clues and running all over the place in search of the treasure, which turned out to be a pot of gold (butterscotch candies) hidden in Lizza's bed.
Here they are at the end of the hunt. I don't know what Rachel is doing in this picture.
Henry loved the treats, but he thinks each individual candy is called a pot of gold, so he has been asking me for "more pot of golds!" all week.