100 moms

This morning, I wiped an eyelash from Seamus's eye.  I held it out and told him to make as wish as he blew it away.
Seamus; "I wish I had 100 moms."
me: "Why? Then you'd get 100 kisses."
Seamus: "I could scamper under my bed before they get me!!"


I can't make this up.  My four year old used the word scamper.

Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day.  It's been such a combination of love and sadness.  I will say that Jim and Seamus treated me so very well.  I am so lucky to have their love.  They let me sleep in and do my own thing today.  Seamus made a card and a gift for me in school.  It is so wonderful to see how much he has learned.  His writing is getting better and better. 

This poem made me laugh so hard.  I didn't know that pigs were helpful.  What a funny and sweet kid.  His gift was a photo and frame that he made.  It's hard to see but the heart he is holding says, "I love you!"

His teacher, Mrs. Bizzi, gave me the runner up photo because it was so funny.  Here he is holding the heart and pointing at the camera.  He's a ham.

The boys made dinner for me, too.  Here they are working on the soup (Seamus is wearing my onion goggles):

Oh, and as I'm sure you were wondering, I was able to kiss Seamus today.  It's been a while now since I was told that I could only kiss him on Mother's Day or if he was sad.  I have taken full advantage of my allowance for the day. 

He has returned the favor. 

It's been a very tough day for me.  My heart aches for Eve.  I close my eyes and remember the feel of her skin as I would kiss her.  I feel the weight of her in my arms as I would cradle her.  I am so happy for Seamus's accomplishments, but I wonder what she would have said if asked to write that poem.  She never had the ability to express herself in that way.  My grief has been quite private, but not a day goes by that I don't cry for my baby girl.  I cry because I miss her.  I cry because she suffered.  Fortunately, I have Seamus to keep me grounded and make me laugh.  He knows when to hug me ("Mommy's  crying!").

I knew this day would be very painful for me, and it was.  I know that every Mother's Day for the rest of my life will be infused with sadness.  I'm so grateful for Jim and Seamus to help me through it. 

responsibility

Each morning, Seamus makes his bed by himself. I don't ask him to anymore; he just does it. It's not perfect, but it is so wonderful!! I'm so proud of my four year old.

This is the post bed making picture.  Like I said, it's not perfect...but in a way, it is!

Bear and Sesames

 Jim took Seamus to see The Jungle Book yesterday. Clearly, he liked it: