Owen's fever came on strong Friday night, and instead of Dublin's St. Patrick's Day parade and festival, it was a dreary, rainy weekend of rest-- TV, movies, iPad, and a Sunday morning trip to the pediatrician-- with Owen parked in his sleeping bag on the floor for a significant chunk of the time. I know he was disappointed to miss the fun and festivities, but when you have a fever of 104, you don't feel like doing much anyway. We skipped our traditional green pancakes, but Logan and I still watched the 5K runners do their thing in the rain.
Did I mention it rained the whole weekend? Determined to acquire our 2016 souvenir mug to add to our collection, I snuck out to the festival for a few minutes, and it was a ghost town; definitely the opposite of last year when it was sunny and HOT. I downed a corn dog and a Guinness, watched the Irish dancers in peace with no kids telling me, "Let's goooooo!", and then I went home.
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