Last Nights Home Invasion...


of little green men.  We all have strange family traditions.  Anybody else do this?  My mom was great at making us believe in magic.  She did this for my sisters and I.  Every St. Patrick's eve we would put out a note, a little bowl and a glass of milk and honey for the leprechauns. Then we'd go to bed anticipating their visit.  We'd wake up like it was Christmas, run to the kitchen and be in utter amazement of all their tiny green footprints they left behind.  They'd also fill the little bowl with coins from their pot under the rainbow. 

It was magical, and it got me in alot of trouble too.  First off I believed in everything!  My only visit to the principals office was because of the fist fight I got in over their existence in 3rd grade.  "But they are real, they leave footprints!"  Obviously the other kid's mom didn't spend hours cutting tiny construction paper feet.  Now it is my turn to carry out the tradition for my 2 and 4 year old.  Today also happens to be my husband's birthday.  He had no idea when he married me that he'd be waking up to this on his big day.  Here is a survey of lasts night's visit...  Yes, my leprechauns do have feet like Barney Rubble.



I'm not alone though.  My sister emailed me pictures of the leprechaun's visit to her house.  Seems the Philly leprechauns have a much narrower feet...

If you have children, another great trick I learned from my son's preschool is to put a few drops of green food coloring in the tank of your toilet.  Have the camera ready when they flush and the water changes to  green.  Oh those leprechauns love to play tricks. 

So, anyone else have any stories of bizarre family traditions?  I'd love to know I'm not alone.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!


4 comments:

Jeannine @ Small and Chic said...

That is awesome! We had something similar with the Easter Bunny (the teenager next door used to leave candy at our door the night before Easter) and my brother's street in Boston has a traveling ghost at Halloween (each family has the pass the ghost by putting it in a window at another house).

This is far cuter! Kudos to your parents for being so creative and energetic! I'm going to share this with my brother...I bet he'd love it!

nikinikinine said...

this might be my favorite blog post I've ever read. My mom had me believing in all things magical and as a result I lived a very tortured life. When I was 6 or 7 after pulling off some phenomenal feat of motherhood she explained her amazingness by telling me that we were witches.

I asked if my sister was also a witch and she told me that only the oldest daughter (me) got the powers. And I told her that I had no powers. And she told me that I didn't get my powers until I turned 15. I lived for 9 years thinking about the wonderful day where I would get my powers (circa Out of this World).

On the morning of my 15th birthday my mom woke me up signing and I told my mom "this is going to be the best birthday ever, today I get my powers". I then had to remind her of the little story she told back in the day. I think she peed her pants laughing...

Dayka (Life +Style) said...

cute idea!

Anonymous said...

Hahh... I'm the othe rsister and when my son woke up he ran over to the feet pointing and saying, "Daddy!"

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