Gwyneth was obsessed with building a leprechaun trap. OBSESSED! She eagerly did her homework, cleaned the basement, cleaned her room, and begged to make this craft. I gotta be honest – St Patrick’s Day is not one of my fav’s. Our years in Chicago and the madness that ensues along with the green river may have ruined it for me. I think a green shirt is adequate celebration.
Anyway, Gwyneth thinks St. Patty’s day is fabulous and was determined to build a leprechaun trap. I searched on pinterest….and then quickly realized the majority of those are “Mom crafts” and I wasn’t really all that eager to catch a leprechaun. Gwyneth helped herself to some colored paper and glue and came up with this dandy little trap and was certain it would work.
In case you can’t see it from the picture, there’s a piece of double sided tape that was intended to trap the leprechaun while he tried to capture the gold. She was worried that the tape would not hold, but only wanted the tiniest of leprechauns. She was certain the tape would work.
When asked what she intended to do with said leprechaun once caught, Gwyneth informed me that leprechauns grant 3 wishes and she was certain that hers would get her a bed for her American Girl doll. Ambitious! She also informed me that after he granted her wishes, she was going to boil him up and put him in Irish stew for dinner. Wait…what??? B and I have a pretty twisted sense of humor, but I take absolutely no credit for this and I’m a bit frightened, because I don’t think she was really joking.
Our day consisted of baking cupcakes, preparing for two catering events tomorrow, and our last St. Patty’s Little Cooks and Books.
These are chocolate and mint deliciousness.
B treated us to Irish Stew sans leprechaun. Grandpa Bob joined us for dinner and desserts. He has been up to hang out several times in the past two weeks and the girls are loving it. It’s been very difficult since Grandma Carole’s passing, but we are glad we have times like tonight to celebrate even if it’s just silly old St. Patty’s day.


