The whole crew headed into Old Town on Sat to celebrate the St. Pat's parade. A crazy old Irishman named Pat Troy hosts the parade every year and Ian and I enjoyed laughing at all the nuttiness he screamed over the microphone. Lucy liked drinking hot cocoa, watching the clowns, bagpipers, minicars and waving her new Irish flag. She would chant "Pipers! pipers! pipers!" whenever she saw a band coming up the parade route.