Happy St. Patricks Day

And Happy Bracket Buster Day! But before we tear up the brackets and tear down the nets, last night it was Gracie's first "holiday." We celebrated with gusto, although Gracie did not unwrap a present on her first "holiday." Instead we unwrapped a present of hers that was wrapped around her waist. And what was in it was colorful for sure, but alas not green. Anyway, on to the festivities.

Gracie enjoyed some green grass outside . . .


some time in Nana the namesake's arms a few days ago on Nana's birthday . . .


and then hunkered down with us for a night in on St. Pattys. We tried to capture the call-Child-Protective-Services-now family self-portrait with Gracie holding a Guinness bottle but she was having none of it:


So we let her hang out while mom and dad chowed down (in very green shirts) on a bountiful feast that Kelly prepared oh so well. Corned beef with potatoes and carrots, along with a horseradish-mustard sauce that was as divine as it was nostril-flaring-spicy. And of course there was the booze. The spread makes you salivate, no?


And even though our black-and-tans were more just blacks (how do those bartenders do it?!), we toasted a night well done and capped it off with a viewing of "Couple's Retreat" (some good lines but not the best).


So, yes, not exactly bars, green beer, beads and vomiting. But pretty good times with a 3-week-and-1-day old. Now, let's get the Sony fired up and watch Vandy tumble, the Bears roll and Butler make an early exit due to the "Gonzaga Syndrome" whereby a team that was traditionally a poor seed and made many runs over a few tourneys finally gets a pretty good seed and then promptly falls on its face. Heeyaa!