Wednesday with Seamus

Here is one fine day in the life of Jack Seamus.

8am - Come into mom & dad's bed and ask if it's Daddy/Seamus Day? No? Nana/Seamus Day? No? School? Awwww. Hide under covers.

8:40am - Be picked up for school carpool, after a wrestling match to get dressed, being bribed to have his teeth brushed and a launching a complaint that someone else got more French Toast sticks than he did.

10:30am - Mommy arrives to school to attend Seamus' Mother's Day event. The kids are adorable and sing two songs. Seamus was adorable (of course!) but sang maybe a third of the songs. Despite the fact that he's been singing all.the.time leading up to this day. He shows me around his art show, which includes pictures he got help with drew and a questionaire about me. Apparantly, my hair and my eyes are both the same color: "don't know".



11:04am - Seamus is sobbing. Mommy needs to leave school. Seamus wants to come with Mommy, even though he knows this means sitting in meetings all day. Of course, he has no clue what that means. He just knows I have a white board to draw on.

5:27pm - Mommy arrives home, not having to pick up the boys thanks to the fabulous woman who gave birth to me. Nana takes Colin to his first t-ball game while I take Seamus to his first soccer practice. For which he is soooooooo excited. Talks about it the whole drive.

6:00pm - After beating out another Toyota Sienna for the final parking space, Seamus and Mommy wander the field where approximately 200,000 3 and 4 year olds have converged to play "soccer." We look for the "kelly green" shirts. We find "forest green" and "teal green" before an actual match is found. Seamus excitedly puts on his shirt and gets in line to kick a ball or two.


6:07pm - Seamus hates soccer. He won't go back on that field, not for any amount of bribery.

6:23pm - Mommy's patience runs out and I decide to cut my losses and at least see the Kevin Youkilis wannabe in his first t-ball game.


7:10pm - Seamus goes into the grassy area at t-ball and becomes dinner for 200,000 mosquitos. I do not, however, actually realize this until I put it together the next day when his teachers ask me where he got "eaten alive." Oops.

8:00pm - Mommy gives until Seamus' dinner wish: noodles with butter.

8:12pm - Seamus finishes eating and brings his dish to the sink (good boy) but then inexplicably gets his shorts stuck on the cabinet knob and must be freed. Foreshadowing??


8:30pm - Mommy sends all 3 boys to bed while making lunches and cleaning up from the terribly-balanced dinner.

8:40pm - Mommy yells at Seamus and his brothers to be quiet already and go to bed.

8:50pm-9:15pm - repeat

9:15pm - Mommy finally comes upstairs, leaving behind 3 well-balanced lunchpacks (woo!) for the next day and eating a piece of chicken, ready to go lay down the law for children who won't pipe down.

9:16pm - Aidan comes running out of his room in an all-out panic, the likes of which have not been seen since Seamus fell out the 2nd story window in June 2007. He is yelling something which sounds like "Seamus is under the dresser!"

9:17pm - Mommy has a giant bruise form on her leg from her rescue mission to un-pin Seamus from the 5 drawers that have landed on his legs.

9:18pm - Mommy finally swallows the piece of chicken that had been her in mouth, which at least prevented her yelling in a panic upon discovery of Seamus in yet another death-defying moment.

9:19pm - Seamus is whisked into Mommy's bed to go to sleep so she can keep him close to make sure he doesn't have any damage...again.

Just another day with my favorite third child!!!