As far as I know, neither Andreas nor I have Irish roots but we cannot deny our indisputable fascination with the country. Our family has yet to visit the Emerald Isle but given the chance, we would be on a plane headed over the Atlantic in a heartbeat. Is there any sound more lovely than the lilting melody of an Irish accent? Oh, to spend the day traipsing around crumbling castle ruins and soaking up the breathtaking beauty of a lush, green, countryside or craggy, windblown coast. And truthfully, a good part of our fascination probably centers around the music. On road trips, we spend hours blasting this song on repeat and when Alistair is in his jolly jumper, there’s nothing like some good Irish music to get him bouncing. My research on an Ireland trip has officially commenced. Now if only our bank account would agree with my plans…
Last summer, while pregnant with the boys, we received a package from Ireland containing these adorable, little football onesies. (Thanks, Auntie Daleena!) We don’t normally celebrate St. Patrick’s Day but these Irish onesies were just too cute to miss out on a photo op!
Since Landon isn’t here to wear his, we dressed up the teddy bear that we were given at his funeral. I think he would have gotten a good giggle out of that. Alistair seemed to think it was pretty funny too.
Here’s a bit more Irish cheer to brighten up your St. Patty’s Day:
Happy St. Patrick’s Day from our little leprechaun!