Burns Night aka dress your family in corduroy and plaid

All the New Mexico Scrymgeours (the 3 of us and the grandparents) headed off for the annual Robert Burns Supper in celebration of the Scottish poet. It was hosted by the St. Andrews Society, and was an evening of kilts, bagpipes, Scottish poetry, and scotch. There was of course the traditional toast to the Haggis, lead in by bagpipes and cut by the chef while a charming old Scottish gentlemen with a very thick brogue read the famous poem "Address to a Haggis" by Robbie Burns (famous for writing in the Scottish dialect), with intermittent translations for us english speakers. Afterward, a plate of the wonderful haggis was shared with each table (yummy!).



We had a fun evening with my parents and Connor. The best moment of the night was just after cocktail hour, and the bagpipe regiment lined up and prepared to pipe the gathering into the dining room. Connor was sleeping peacefully in his car seat (having fallen deeply asleep on the ride up). We were watching him closely in the moments leading up to the start of the bagpipes. The second the bagpipes broke the silence (and how), he flailed his arms and had an expression of pure shock on his face, before quickly falling back to sleep. We all are still laughing about this!



He truly is a little Scotsman, as he was quite calm and happy the whole time the bagpipe were playing/wailing (and just so you know, a full compliment of 10 bagpipes in a hotel ballroom are very loud and could probably be heard miles away). He spent most of the entertainment night nestled in on either my shoulder calmly looking around or with Grandma.