St. Pat's Day 2007

Saint Patrick's Day in Dallas is huge. There's the neighborhood parade followed by the neighborhood parties, of which I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say there's at least one on every block. Last year was fun, but Wilder was very wee, so we kept the merriment to a minimum. This year, different story.

For starters, the boy wore a kilt. I'll admit I wasn't wild about the idea at first. I thought he might look more like a little Catholic school girl than a Scot boy, but once we got it in the mail (ordered online), I changed my mind. He was ADORABLE in it. Of course, I'm his mom, so of course I'd think that -- but it was confirmed by all manner of drunken 20-something-year-old girls yesterday, who fawned all over him, took photos (God knows how many pictures of Wilder are floating around Dallas today), etc. It helped that his Pop was wearing his kilt too -- they looked GREAT together.

We started the day off at the parade, which for some reason was attended this year by about 10 times as many people as previous years. A bit of an annoyance in that it was hard to find a place to park (there were nine of us; seven adults, two kids) our cars and find a spot, but once we did, we had a ball. Afterward, the Scotts came home for a nap (Wilder and Kris), our friends the Neals met us here and we were on our merry way again to two house parties a few blocks away.

In short, we had a fantastic day. We were home by around 6, ordered pizza and, at the end of the day, belly full and mind no doubt teeming with images of green-clad women falling all over him, our boy took a hot bath and tumped immediately over in his crib. Pics below:

Wilder in full Scot Boy regalia.



Wilder and his Mum, looking glum but both actually having a great time.




Above left: shirtless and kilt-clad, post nap and ready to party some more; Above: Checking out the parade from his stroller; Left: Screaming his pleasure; Below: hanging with Pop.