St. Patrick Day

Grandmom drove up on the Saturday before St. Patricks Day because she missed Evan dearly. Mike and I took full advantage of it by taking off and going on our little walking bar tour. We hit Coyle's, Murphy's and the Henry James and walked home very tipsy. Here's what we looked like.

Evan's like 'you guys are so lame'.




Here's Evan playing when we were gone. He kept dragging his chair into the kitchen, climb up on it and turn on the ceiling fan, freezing my mom out. But look how cute he is...