St. Paddy's Day

It's the time of year for Garreth's annual Ireland presentation school tour. Every year when the teachers ask him to come in, the kids grumble in embarrassment a little, but it never fails: after Garreth comes in to their class, they become small celebrities for a while, the kids with the "Dad who talks really cool." And they remember that they actually like it. Which I think says something about my kids' self-confidence. Because my shy, introverted, fifth grade self would have literally died from sheer mortification if my dad would have come to my school dressed as a leprechaun.

With the fifth graders at White Mountain Elementary:

In between schools, we grabbed a bit of lunch. Not many men would go to the busy sandwich shop dressed like this, especially in tobacco-chewing, big-truck-driving, hunting, "manly" Wyoming. I love this man.

Then it was on to the kindergartners. (My favorite because of the hilarious questions they ask. "Do they have hot dogs in Ireland?")

And finally the third grade, where a reporter from the local paper documented the whole thing!

Celebrity!

Everyone always asks us what we do for St. Patrick's Day; I think expecting us to really party it up! But this is really the extent of our celebrating, aside from some Irish stew and soda bread for dinner. It's a really fun tradition for all of us!