Thursday, March 17, 2011

My Little Leprechaun

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I kinda wanted Nate to be a St. Patrick's Day baby.  I'm not even the slightest bit Irish, but truth be told, I was ready to have him out by then and I secretly (ok, maybe not so secretly, if you ask my sister) wanted him to be a 17th baby.  My brother and I were both born on the 17th as is my person, Tiff (all different months and years, of course) but I thought it would be cool if Nate was, too.

My sister always had a complex growing up because of the three siblings she was the only one NOT to have a birthday on the 17th and my brother and I would remind her that Mom and Dad were in our "club", too, because if you add up the month and date of their anniversary (11/6)...yep, you guessed it - it adds to 17.  So when I told my sister I wanted Nathaniel born on the 17th to be part of the cool crew, she was none too happy.  (insert evil laugh, here!)  He was due on the 22nd (her birthday) so she had her own agenda and plan anyway.

I ate so many Shamrock Shakes that March I thought Nate might come out green and smelling of mint anyway so he was already half way to being a leprechaun in my book!

Not to mention, my favorite color is green.

Fast forward a couple decades and I couldn't help but think what a great time he'd have on his 21st birthday with all that green beer flowing.

Needless to say, his birthday is NOT today, so I lost my "wager" with my sister.  But when he was born on the 21st and not the 22nd...I figured she didn't win either so I was happy regardless. 

Yet today I ponder what it could have been like to be celebrating my little leprechaun today.  Instead, I breathe a gigantic sigh of relief that I still have 4 more days to prepare for his actual birthday!

1 comment:

Shana said...

First of all I love the pic. I cracked up so hard when I saw it. That is pretty cool about the 17th though.