At gymnastics this week, Miss Patty demonstrated the latest routine the kids were supposed to master on the uneven parallel bars. They were to jump onto the lower bar on their tummy and then grab the top bar and move onto their feet on the lower bar. Then they were supposed to walk the length of the bar and switch their hands around and turn around and walk back down the bar the other way. (Did I mention this is a class of 2 year olds?)

I've been talking about how brave Seamus has become but he's no fool. When Miss Patty finished, he yelled "I am NOT going to do that!!" Who could blame him? People sitting way up in the bleachers started laughing.

Seamus has picked up another talent. He loves music and he has a weird ability to hear a song and name the instruments playing. We'll be listening to the radio and he'll say "That's the violin" or "That's the guitar". He can even do it with less common instruments like the tuba or trumpet. He's not always correct, but usually he's dead on. I see music lessons in the near future.

I don't know if I should mention this because I don't want to jinx it, but Seamus' health has been really good lately. He hasn't thrown up in a week and a half and he's been eating like a horse. He's still scheduled for an endoscopy and tube replacement next week but I think they may have finally hit on the right treatment.

He-Man

Sometimes he's so cute I can't stand it.

One of the first things Seamus says every morning is "I have to throw up!!" (Good morning to you too, son) We've taught him to run into the bathroom and do it into the bathtub, which sounds gross but is a lot easier to clean up than the living room floor and not as germy as other places in the bathroom.

This morning I was in the shower so James brought in a little basin, or tub, for him to use. When he was done James said to carry the tub with him in case he had to throw up again.

Seamus bent down next to the shower and started grunting and in all seriousness said "It's too heavy". It took us a few minutes to realize he was trying to pick up the bathtub and carry it around with him.

I guess it's pretty warped when vomiting starts to be a source of humor but this is our life and you work with what you have.

My little man

Seamus is a very deep, contemplative young man.

These days when you ask him a question, he puts a lot of thought into his answers. Even if it's just something like "What would you like to play?" he usually stops and says something like "Hmmm, maybe, I think Chutes and Ladders." Often, he puts his hand to his chin while he's thinking like he is trying to solve the mysteries of the world.

I often have conversations with him that I would have with any grown-up friend. It's amazing the concepts he picks up. It's easy to forget he's only two.

But last night, we were watching Dora the Explorer during his treatments and there were some little kids discussing what they wanted to be when they grew up. I asked Seamus what he wanted to be and he thought for a moment and then said "Maybe ... a duck?". I guess he still is my little two year old.