I don’t know what the hell that is supposed to mean.  I don’t know what a leprechaun says.  Short of googling quotes from the movie, I already had to spell check leprechaun in the first place.

Anyway.  Valentine’s day crafting was non-existent and my family is all “Hey, you have this little boy, right? Can we get some pictures?”  So, after finding a leprechaun beard craft to go with the Dollar Tree’s hat (re-sewn to fit a 3 year old, cause all they sell are adult sized ones,) we have this:

Well, that’s the extent of it along with a repurposing of an old valentine’s day card idea with stamps,

It’s raining shamrocks over here!

Well, really it’s just raining.  All the time.

Here ya go, Grandma.  Thanks for keeping me on my crafting game with subtle guilt.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.  May the luck of the Irish be with you all along with multiple pints of your choice!

Says me with crying little boy in cart as we push our way out of Fred Meyer.

Oh, Fred Meyer.  Why do you torture my son so and force me to publicly look like a bad mommy.
Anyone from the Pacific Northwest will sing the praises of Fred Meyer, a basic superstore where you can nab organic food in one section, some Converse shoes in another and pick up a new sofa lounge while you are at it.  Often cheaper and cleaner than Walmart, without the exposing yourself to people of Walmart. (Please click for long time scariness!!)

It is also one of the main stores that carry:

Pillow Pets™.

If you have not heard of them already, it’s a pillow, it’s a pet.  It’s a Pillow Pet.™  Basically a soft stuffed animal shaped like a pillow.  I know, brilliant, right?  It’s not like he’s seen it on television.  I guess it is my fault for teaching the boy how to read words.  He is obsessed with this Pillow Pet thing even though he has never laid a hand on it.  “We go to Fred Meyer and buy a Pillow Pet” is often what comes out of his mouth upon waking up in the morning.

The other people in the store are like “Come on lady, it’s only a stuffed animal.”  And at only $20 bucks it’s not like it will put us out or anything.   I just don’t like them.  Please don’t be offended if you own one.  I understand they are suuuuuuper soft and comfy.  But he’s only 3 and he already demands that we must buy Legos from the internet, I can’t give in to every wide eyed want that catches his fancy.  My solution?  Focus on another obsession:

Nintendo DS.

Ah, Nintendo DS.  Another thing that we don’t own but is often shared with the boy by older kids who are looking for a way to get a 3 year old off their back.

So here’s the Kirby pillow:

Yeah, I know I made a pink pillow for my boy.  What can I do, the damn thing’s pink!  And fabric came to about $5 bucks so it was a cost effective solution for never having Pillow Pets™ mentioned again.

I still go to great lengths to avoid the Pillow Pet isle every time we go to Fred Meyer, though.