At 12:03 AM one year ago, Mago was born on St. Patrick’s Day.
We had a little party with him and he got many toys, and enjoyed them all. We opened some from his cousins first. He enjoyed having plastic frogs, snakes, and lizards placed all over him, and he put a plastic lizard halfway in his mouth and kept it there (sometimes he does that with a rubber duck while crawling around), and he loves the green sunglasses we got him too. Picture pending (if it turned out). He’s also interested in the baby doll Tia got him – this challenges my projected minor sense of pseudo-manly un-dolliness, but who am I to deter his interests? He’s great. He watched, with great interest, mom putting the dolly in a little baby carrier.
It now occurs to me that “baby blue” maybe doesn’t quite work in a song including the Irish – but “baby green” would work less. Blue = boy in our culture’s color designations, so whatever.