I met my husband five years ago today (St. Patrick's Day), in a bar. We were engaged in the same bar three years ago today. So tonight, we took the girls to the bar for their very first St. Pat's. That's right, I had two babies in a bar, and they were really good. My aunt and I took them over early so we could get a booth and a parking spot, and we were all home and in our pajamas by 8pm. Very unlike the St. Patrick's days of my past....
Charlotte wanted a Guiness... or was terrified of it. Hard to tell with her.
Katie just wanted to smile and chew on her fist. Same things she does at home.
The four of us. PJ had come right from work, hence the red (not very Irish) shirt. NOT a great picture, but the only one I got of the four of us, in 'our' booth, the booth where we met and got engaged.
Charlotte modeling the ensemble, and Katie hitting the bottle.
Charlotte, not happy in the hat, and wondering WHY AM I IN A BAR?? LOL
And finally, Katie in her little pink coat ready to go home. Until next St. Patrick's day, goodbye bar... thanks for eveything!! Without you there would be no us. :)