Mr. B. helped the men's club at church throw - believe it or not - a pretty rockin St. Patty's Day party on Sunday evening. (As in, the bar was empty an hour or so in and the Irish Coffee was pretty stiff, even for Mr. B)
I don't know why I'm squinting so bad. I hadn't even had a drink yet.
Little Junior is technically a quarter Irish (which more than most of us can say) so I thought his little outfit was too too cute.
Homeboy rocked the "WTF" face for half the night until he fell asleep because it was way, way, way passed his bedtime at this point. We employed our usual fall asleep in your crib - then transfer to the car seat - and continue to sleep the night away tactics for our evenings out, but this time he finally clued in to the game and wasn't going to miss any of the fun. That and all his teenage girlfriends from church passed him around and around in circles to get their share of baby cuddles. This kiddo is so very loved. And lucky. Funny that.
And you WONDER where he gets his dimples from?
