I don't listen to country music very much, not because I don't like the music but because it makes me cry every time. Tonight on my way home from work I was stuck in traffic (what else is new?) and was flipping through the radio stations. I heard a song that sounded good (It Won't Be Like This For Long) and before I knew it I was weeping. Damn you, Hootie, damn you!
These past three and a half years have gone by in a blink. Because I know it won't be like this forever, I want to remember everything I can, even the little things. Like Seamus' two new friends, Gooputz and Har Har, who he is very close to, literally. Gooputz ("Not Gupta, Mommy" delivered with an eye roll worthy of a teenager) is his right hand and Har Har is his left hand and God forbid you mix up the two. They like to climb on jungle gyms and don't like to go to bed.
I also don't want to forget the funny way he has of naming his stuffed animal "dudes". He used to have very literal names for them all like Doggy, Sheepy, and even Dinosaury. Then he got a little more sophisticated with Doggeray, Sheepery, etc. Now he just blurts out a sound like Satsa, Totsi or Gooputz. But the weird thing is he remembers them all even weeks later and never gets the names mixed up.
We went to another Easter Egg hunt last weekend (they had some scheduling problems) and Seamus had a great time, especially on the zip line. Here are some pictures: