Happy St. Patrick's Day! (Each of these little guys is at least 13% Irish... though there are days when I am quite sure the percentage must be much higher.) Today we are celebrating this green holiday with some treats and fun (though no green beer is on the menu for them)... and we've already read the story together about the real St. Patrick. Interestingly, he was not Irish -- was Celtic, in fact. He grew up in the equivalent of a nice, upper-class Christian family in Great Britain (under the control of the Roman Empire at the time)... but was not a Christian himself. Then before he was 16 he was apparently kidnapped by Irish pirates, and forced to be a slave in Ireland for 6 years. After he escaped back to England, he felt God was telling him to go back to Ireland as a missionary -- which he did for the next 30 years. Ireland sounds like a scary place before Patrick's time, so he was pretty brave to do that! Rayna evidently felt we should kick off the celebration a little early. On Saturday I came home from work and found this:
She apparently had colored ALL over his head and face with a green marker. Sadly, Pete did not get any pictures of his face -- he was too concerned with calming the screaming baby and getting the marker off his face and out of his eye. But Colsen was able to sport his punk-rock hairstyle until the next morning when he got a shower.
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