When I was a kid, St Patrick's Day was just a day. We're Irish. We wore green. We ate corned beef, boiled potatoes and cabbage. It was an excuse for my bratty little brother to pinch me first thing in the morning(before I was even out of my jammies) because I wasn't wearing green yet.
Last year in preschool, Ayla's class made leprechaun traps. They sent the kids home with these glittery, shiny shoe boxes decorated in foil, gold coins, shamrocks and rainbows. They also sent home a bag of Lucky Charms cereal mixed with glitter as leprechaun 'bait'.
Ayla was full of excitement and stories about the leprechauns who visit on St Patrick's Day. Apparently, these sneaky little lads come into your house at night to play tricks on the kids and leave little treats. Hmmmm.
After asking around I came up with some ideas. Green toilet water, moving items around the house, leaving chocolate gold coins as treats for the kids etc.
This year, Lucky O'Leary(named after my very Irish and sadly gone, aunt) made his 2nd annual visit. He turned the toilet water green, he turned our yellow gatorade green, he turned Ayla upside down in her bed(head toward the foot of the bed). He left all of the kitchen cabinets wide open, he stacked cans of soup on the coffee table and he switched around some of the kids toys. The kids were super excited and thought it was great fun running around and finding all of the mischievous little things that Lucky O'Leary did.
He also left shamrock stickers and festive little tattoos for the kids along with light up shamrock necklaces. Dailon asked if it was his birthday(poor kiddo!).
Dailon was dressed and ready for school before the girls were dressed so his pictures were taken by himself.
That is a green "kiss" tattoo on his cheek!
Sisters


Both of them refusing to smile