I've been taking notes so I don't forget things when I finally get time to sit and write.  It's been a crazy few days.  I don't think I've recorded everything though. 

The mornings are crazy funny usually but I am sorry that we are so rushed getting out to school.  I think this might be the cause of some of Seamus' disgruntled behavior.  That and he can't stand if we don't have what he wants to eat.  I told him we were out of Frosted Flakes and he said "No! We are in of Frosted Flakes."  He still doesn't get that wishing it doesn't make it so.  Like his daddy who still insists that he's a 30" leg when really he's a 29" (at best).  

When we went to pick Liam up from school the kids were all on the playground playing Duck, Duck, Goose.  Seamus insists the game is named Duck, Duck, Moo.  Again, wishing it doesn't make it so.

This week the boys both had their Victory Days at gymnastics.  This reminded me again of how very different they are.  Seamus performed beautifully.  He listened, was focused, did his activity to perfection and sat down again.  Normally in gymnastics he forgets what comes next and is too busy looking around to do what he's supposed to do.  With an audience he's spot on.  Also when he did his "stick and stretch" instead of just putting his hands over his head he put up his pointer finger (rock star style).

Liam on the other hand was beat red the whole time.  He had his tongue jammed in his cheek the whole time.  He was so embarrassed to have people watching him and clapping for him. At one point he slipped off the spring board and fell and I thought he would just die.  My mom said "oh he's hurt his foot".  Ger said "I think he hurt his tongue too".  

It was very cute though.  I find the end of the year stuff is so emotional.  In addition to our Victory Days my niece Morgan had an award banquet for theater, my other niece Remy did her fly up to brownies and then her story reading.  My sisters sent photos of these events and that has me tearing up.  My nephew's baseball team is in first place by a LOT so I am sure he will have championship games to play that will have us laugh/crying.  And we haven't seen yet what the last days of Sophie's pre-school will bring.  Liam will graduate from pre-school next Wednesday which is sure to be a tear filled event.

Seamus lightens the mood though.  Lately his is wearing just wellies with no socks.  The smell of his feet alone with get you over any sadness.   He also has such funny little sayings.  The other day he said "Ice Cream....I just fell in LOVE with you!" And then last night he made up this song:

"It's gonna be Trouuuuble.  It's gonna be Trouuuuble.  It's gonna be Trouuuuble. Cuz he works all day then he Rocks and Rolls."

Where does he come up with this stuff? I don't know.  He must browse the web when I'm not looking.

Liam's funny too but often doesn't know he is and would die if he were laughed at.  At baseball on Saturday he made a great slide into first which I recorded.  When he watched it back it seemed to him that the coach of the other team was laughing.  He was so angry that there was a chance that the coach was laughing at anything he did.

It's hard not to laugh though but you can't laugh or else.  Last night we made strawberry rhubarb pie with the strawberries from our garden.  He was so excited he told Ger we made a "rhuberry pie".  You have just hold in the laugh, very hard to do!