June 3rd

So we went to the Harambe last night.  It's great fun.  Harambe means "come together as one". It was mainly a concert but really was all of the school coming together as one.  They had art and poems and everything.  All teachers were involved and gave it a great sense of community.  My nephew sang and played the recorder and my niece is in the choir.  I was noticing that it is a great example of how different my kids are.  Liam sat on someone's lap the whole time, seemly bored but if you really looked he was inconspicuously clapping or tapping his foot.  His face was serious the whole time but on the way home he had a billion questions about where the music came from and how they learned their instruments.  He just doesn't outwardly show his excitement.  He doesn't come by this strangely, his father once had a stripper tell him to cheer up.  They're just that way.

Seamus on the other hand dances and sings.  He has no questions about it afterwards just enjoys it for what it is.  He was very upset to leave and it showed.  Liam was upset too but unless you really listened you'd never have hear him say "I really wish that wasn't over yet."

Seamus loves to dance and sing.  He only hears a little bit of the chorus and starts singing loudly, who cares if he gets 90% of the words wrong.  He makes up dances too and names them.  It started with the jig, something he also calls the "dittle lee" dance.  He then started the "Butt Dance" and "Booty Dance" which despite the names are quite difference.  He has his "New Dance" that he will only do for Papa and now the "Baby Dance" that is obviously highly influenced by Baby Nick's "Food Dance".

We didn't get home until very late so we are all dragging this morning.  Seamus was up in the night and then up VERY early this morning.  He is usually up early and I can hear him climb of bed (he grunts and groans like an old man).   He yells "WWWAAAAAAHHHHH" as he runs down the hall.  We aren't sure if that's to clear the hall of dogs or boogey men.  He launches himself into our bed from about the door to our room, wraps his arms around my neck and puts his feet between my legs for warmth.  Then he sighs a big "AHHHH" as though happy and surprised he made it.  Sometimes he'll go back to sleep but mostly he starts singing.  Sometimes he picks such obscure songs that I can't imagine where he's gotten them.  Songs from the 50's, songs I am sure he could have only heard once.  

Liam woke up late as usual but got dressed himself and went right out to help Ger in the garden and collect the eggs.  He showed no signs of wanting to come in and eat and get  ready.  He is so ready for summer to begin.  I love how he throws himself into each season.  In winter he gets up and gets himself ready to ski, just in case we can work that out for him. In summer he's ready for the beach or the garden or a ball game the moment his eyes open.  He takes all of this very seriously.

We were very late getting Liam to school and had a few things to pick up at the grocery store but Seamus was so tired he did not want to go in the cart.  He just kept saying "I just want to HUUUUGGG youuuuuu!"  I carried him as long as I could but he's heavy and pushing the cart and holding him became really hard.  I told him that I just had to put him in the cart a bit.  He refused to bend his legs and stood firmly in the front seat.  As I tried to sit him down he put his finger in my face and said "Curse you MOMMY!".  Of course there is one old lady always near by who either never had kids or forgets what kids are like and gives me the "tsk tsk tsk".  Ahh bite me old lady, we're doing the best we can here.

Then we get online and Seamus starts up a conversation with the lady behind us.  He told her he had a dog named Seamus.  And she said "Oh yeah and what's your name?"  He said "Guinness."  I had to explain to the shocked woman that we did not, in fact, name our child after beer and that he was fooling her. Something that I am sure he learned from his big brother who loves to trick people now.....more on that later.