How they do St. Patricks Day in Whoville.
Last year on this day I was in the hospital with Lanie, who was just 2 days old. She had bad jaundice, was not pooping well, had a wonky thyroid, unsettling sugar levels, and a rough echocardiogram.
They couldn’t find a vein to redo her IV and had to call in the NICU nurses (again) to help find a vein. I remember nurses wearing cute shamrocks and one had a small one painted on her face. I appreciated her effort but, and I don’t know why, it all made me feel so sad.
I’ve been thinking back on that day and I realize how far she has come. How far I have come.
#theluckyfew is darn right.
A few days ago I told the kids that I was going to make them green pancakes for breakfast on St. Patricks Day. Then I woke up this morning and remembered that Gabe has cello lessons on Friday mornings so I promised the kids that I would make the green pancakes for lunch instead and that is what I did.
Traditionally, I try to remember to buy the kids a box of Lucky Charms for March 17th, which I did, so I topped the pancakes with some syrup and added Lucky Charms marshmallows on top to keep the old tradition going strong and the whole thing turned out to look like something you’d see in a Dr. Suess story.
The kids thought they were terrific, especially Jesse, who couldn’t stop talking about how amazing it looked and how great the color green was going to taste.
Pancakes with Lucky Charms on top for lunch was delicious, indeed.
I should also note that I went on a run today.
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