"I've loved this day since I was a kid! Year after year, the tiny leprechauns found their way to our house on St. Patrick's Day and dyed our milk green. My brothers and I thought it was so much fun to eat cereal with green milk for breakfast! I'll have to continue this tradition when JP gets a little older (somehow I don't think Miss Emmy would appreciate bottles of green breastmilk this year!)
A few years ago, my (younger) wise brother informed me that a more precise term for our heritage is "Black Irish." I laughed when he first told me as he tried to convince me this was the reason why we are darker skinned and have dark hair. Of course, he put the term into Wikipedia and found "Black Irish is a traditional but not very factual term that is commonly used among Irish communities to describe a dark brown/black hair phenotype appearing in Caucasian people of Irish descent."
Throughout my pregnancy, I wavered on whether my moving babe was a male or female. I didn't spend much time contemplating my future babe's look though ... I was just certain that (s)he would carry on with the Black Irish ancestry and have dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. I just knew it. These were the dominant genes, right?
Wrong. Somehow JP came into this world with blonde hair and blue eyes."

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