Each year since Our Little Adventurer was born, we’ve celebrated every Saint’s Day in the United Kingdom (except sadly for St. Andrew…so if there are any Scottish readers out there who could clue us in on how to celebrate that, I’d love to hear) and yet I’ve failed for the past two years to document our Leprechaun infused fun in March.
I don’t have many words (I’ve never kissed that stone) about our St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, but just know that there’ a tiny leprechaun called Dublin who comes to our house in March each year. He stays for the week getting up to magical mischief at night….and leaves with a party in his wake, complete with rainbow sprinkle cupcakes.
His entrance appeared (a Dublin door) on our Instagram feed last week. He left a tiny key in the trap made by Jensen (his first ever, so sweet) and sprinkled his “leprejewels” (as we call them) in there too. Each morning the littles checked the trap to see what they’d caught.
On Saturday morning, on return from Jiu Jitsu with Dadda, the party was discovered. Rainbows and shamrocks everywhere.
Shamrock headboppers, and shamrock guinness mugs on necklaces…and shamrock shirts too!
This year he sent the littles on a scavenger hunt, trying to find where he’d hidden his (chocolate) gold…
And then he left us. Our own cheeky little leprechauns are here though, all year around.