We’re Irish Bygod

March 19, 2018

I’ve been living in the US now for almost 18 years. And over those years I’ve obviously become very Americanized in many, many ways. Lets just say my accent is a complete mess. In those early years of living here I worked so hard to tone down the heavy Kildare edge in my speech, mostly cos nobody understood a word I was saying and I got tired repeating myself 2 and 3 times. And also cos you get really tired of the “oh my gaud, you have an accent, where are you from?” conversation. So in the same way you learn a new langauge, I listened intently to “the locals” and quickly leaned the alternative words and phrases they used and did my best to mirror it. Which made for more efficient conversations as people were now less distracted by the way I spoke or the words I used. I’m using the accent as the most obvious example of my Americanization (not that you can hear my accent as I type), and I’m not implying that being Americanized is all bad, but its the awareness of the shift within myself that motivates me to work extra hard to drive home to the lads that as well as being American, they are in fact also very Irish. So of course when St. Patricks Day rolls around, you better believe this Irish Mammy lays the Irishness on thick. The house is a blaze of green, white and orange. The entire month of March and there’s a special effort made to make sure most of the clothes worn come from the tricolor color palette. St. Patricks Day morning, to the soundtrack Irish rebel songs, we enjoy patriotic pancakes. Basically shamrock shaped pancakes decorated with green and orange M & M’s. Then for a little bit of kid friendly craic, we invite some friends over for a Leprechaun pot of god hunt, followed by shamrock cookie decorating. You know, a fun and friendly way for us to force our Irishness down the throats of others. But sure the kids love it.

Case and point, Keane and his friend (not girlfriend I’m told, a friend who is a girl) Ella and their pure excitement to get this pot of gold hunt started.

Cullen and his friend Henry join the gang and the hunt is under way.

Cos they are the only 2 of the group that can read, Keane and Ella are responsible for reading the clue left by the leprechauns.

Off they go!

The trail, designed by the leprechauns in a “cannot fail” manner. Basically follow the green and orange ribbons.

The Irish flag marks the spot.

Let the digging begin.

Opps, in the digging frenzy Cullen takes a little dirt to the face.

Ella sees something.

Hooray! One pot of pure chocolatey leprechaun gold.

The grab is on. Time to fill up their own pots.

Dexter desperately sniffing for some chocolate leftovers.

Victory lap.

The rush back to the house to eat chocolate.

Later in the day, after a few hours play to burn off the gold consumption, we got stuck into shamrock cookie decorating.

Dexter in a good spot for any fallen treats.

Leave a Reply