Although she cannot pronounce it and has no understanding of its history,
Rebekah was begging us all week to celebrate St. Patrick's Day
by wearing her "green bear" shirt and matching skirt.
We managed to hold out, though, until today.
And Rebekah obliged by just being cute
(and, despite the shirt, we're not sure how deep her "Irish roots" are,
although I think James has some Scottish in his blood).
She smelled mama's flowers...
And said they smelled like "strawberry medicine"
And just looked off the balcony to see what she could see in our neighborhood.