One of my plans for sabbatical was to slowly redo Eve's room and have Seamus move into it.  This way, his room would be closer to ours, bigger, and further from the living room.  I expected this would be a long process both because I needed to heal and because I thought I'd need to convince Seamus.  Well, Seamus did not want to wait to move in.  So, I painted the room green (his choice) and we moved in his things.  We brought Eve's old headboard up from the basement and rearranged the furniture.  The room looks good and suits him.  He's happy. It stings me a little, but I'm glad we didn't develop a shrine. 

 Here is my dad reading with Seamus:

 We had to go to Boston for my eye surgery (to fix the 4th nerve palsy that was a leftover effect of the brain tumor).  While we were there, we took Seamus to Legoland.  He loved it! 

 And just for fun, we had a birthday party for Chewbaca. 

Oh, I've been showing Seamus episodes of PeeWee's playhouse on Netflix.  Or, as Seamus calls him: Phoebe Herman.