As revealed by my frantic facebook postings, I entered St. Patrick's day unprepared. Renn had not been able to find chocolate gold coins at Winco where we'd seen them before, and I found myself lacking ingredients and adequate time for the recipes I'd planned to attempt. (Because, uh, corned beef takes a week to make).
So after sending Sir O off to preschool this morning, I decided to pull myself up by the bootstraps and make it a festive holiday anyway. I figure this is the year Sir O will start remembering things, and I've got to put at least a little pressure on myself to make some good memories (and traditions) for him. To put myself in the spirit I decked my face out with rainbow eyes. (It worked)
Then I hustled off with the younger boys to Wally World in a desperate attempt to round up festivity in a cart and return home before Sir O got out of preschool. (We beat him by 2 minutes).
I threw some green into lunch by giving the boys a large serving of edamame with their corndogs. Such a balanced meal.
I then turned into a mad woman in the kitchen. I thought distracting the Captain with a cupcake would be a good idea. I thought wrong.
But in a few short hours I managed to pull together a roast that sort of resembled corned beef and cabbage.
And construct a lazy-version of a rainbow cake. I combined this idea with this to make it not take 40 hours. I wanted to experiment with ombré frosting, and I love how it turned out!
I also put together a rather slap-dash leprechaun treasure hunt. If you want to spend a few minutes laughing at Sir O you can watch it here and here.
And now that I've run myself borderline-ragged, I'm signing off. Like so much of blogdom I'm spending tomorrow in silence.
It's hard to know what to do in times like these. I personally can't spend much time glued to news or I get so emotionally wasted that I can't function for my three little men. But I am re-learning what it means to have a prayer in my heart always. A constant, constant dialogue is brewing between God and me. Mostly He lets me talk and occasionally reminds me that death is not the great tragedy that we think it is, and that our mortal suffering is finite, whereas Christ's was infinite in scope. We should do everything we can, but ultimately, He's got the whole, wide world in His hands.