St. Patrick's Day

Here are Dad and I celebrating St. Patrick's Day. He was all worked up over the day's rugby fixtures. Apparently, despite Ireland beating Italy by over 20 points, they let up a late try that eventually allowed France to sneak by and claim the Six Nations Title. I don't really get it - and I'm still not sure that "try" can be a noun - but that green rugby shirt sure is soft. Aunt Maggie was so inspired by all the rugby talk that she showed Dad this great new way to hold me. I like that I get some pressure against my tummy and Dad likes that it means that he doesn't have to set down his Guinness to hold me.