A Happy St. Patty's Day it Was!

So I lied. I did drink on St. Patrick's Day. I had a Black & Tan and a green beer. Yippee! Our friend called us and asked us if we wanted to join some friends at an Irish pub and offered that we could all keep an eye on Harrison together. We accepted and walked down to the pier for a light dinner and beer. Well, we've found out that Harrison is not only a partier at the ripe age of 3, but also a ladies man! Shortly after we got there he found a very sweet (and cute) little 6 year old to play with. They talked, and danced and walked around the place until it was time to go home. At one point he came over to get his drink cup of water and go sit in the booth his friend and her sister. (And their dad.) Ken proudly exclaimed, "That's my boy!"

Harrison and his new friend, Samantha, played, collected beads and danced, and danced, and danced!! I am happy to announce that he has an affinity for My Sharona! and other great 80's tune! That's my Boy!

If only I had my camera.

At another point they were walking around our table arm in arm when Harrison threw us a look with a mischievous grin, as if saying "Check me out with the older babe..." He all but did that aside-nod thing with his head - Check it out, check it out, eh?

All the waitresses thought he was cute and would give him (mostly beer) beads. Then he would turn and give them to Samantha. True love. But there was some mama-love - I got this one strand of beads.

Harrison talked about "Amanta" our entire walk home. Then he went into the house, drank some milk and promptly went to bed - exhausted!




That's one way to get a Toddler to sleep.