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Every morning I encourage Tommy to go to the bathroom immediately after he wakes up.  On Saturday Patrick says "Do you hear what I hear?"  I said "No".  He said it's Tommy peeing!  Yippe!

Today coming home from a park program for Tommy he says "Do you know that Army guys sometimes pee in the woods?" I said "I had no idea who told you this?"  He replied "James".  Great information to pass along to your brother I suppose!

Oh yes I forgot to mention James is now showering instead of taking a bath which is a real nice change of pace for me.  You definitely know when he cleans his privates.  He giggles like a little school girl.  Out of control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841680022714783432-4768590829254716951?l=what-was-i-thinking-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Next week Patrick turns 5! It is so hard to believe! He will be star student for his class in a couple weeks so I had to look back at pictures from the past to print.  It seemed like an eternity since he was a baby.  It made me look at all the kids as babies. We also watched some videos of when they were little.  

Watching the videos of the babies made James ask for another one.  He asked me yesterday how babies come out of my belly.  I said it was magic.  He then asked if the baby was cut out. I decided to go with it because its true even if it didn't happen to me.  He then responded he was glad he was a man.  Boy he doesn't know the half of it! LOL!

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Matt told me last week that John is still dreaming about becoming a Major League Baseball player.  I love this dream.  I hope he can hold on to it for a while.  John was telling Matt "I know I am going to North High School, but it would be really cool if I could play baseball at St. Ed's."  Matt was laughing because he was wondering where did the talk of St. Ed's came from.  We only talk about two high schools in our house, Lake Catholic and Eastlake North.  Matt was saying "What happened to Lake Catholic?" While I was saying "What part of 'he is going to North High doesn't he get??" as I don't even want to know what that tuition bill looks like.  

A month from today Patrick will be turning 5 years old.  This really seems hard to believe.  He is so independent and happy go lucky that I can't wait to see how he continues to grow.  I think back at when he was one years old throwing a tantrum at 5:30 in the morning because he was the one not to get the waffle out of the freezer and he didn't get lifted up to put it in the toaster.  So I asked Patrick what he wanted for his birthday and Christmas.  His reply was "Wii games, Wii games, Wii games" with a giggle.  I said yes I know that but realistically you will not get to play on the Wii 24/7.  I could not get a straight answer out of him.  So hopefully I choose wisely.  I need to figure this one out soon.  Yes I have the Wii games.

James dreams are changing daily.  I thought I had him all figured out for Christmas and now he saw a new catalog and now that is all out of the window.  Too bad I already made a few purchases.  Yesterday he rode a bicycle without training wheels for the first time.  It does not surprise me he did this.  He has such great balance on his scooter that I knew he would master this accomplishment.  Matt was the one that got to witness this accomplishment.  I'm so happy he did.  James is also dreaming about going hunting for turkey.  I'm guessing he chose to hunt for turkey because it is a small animal compared to a deer or bear.  He will have to wait until he gets a little older but for now he can dream about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841680022714783432-6918430761717265337?l=what-was-i-thinking-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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So I have a few stories to share that I wanted to capture in my blog.  Lucky for you it wasn't how I kept waking up with poor Tommy the other night when he had the stomach flu.  Actually these are about James.  That young man is growing leaps and bounds.  It brings tears to my eyes how proud of him I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday John came off the bus upset.  This was unusual because it is usually James I'm trying to get into the house because it is always "woe is me".  I forgot even though its not my responsibility, to put John's library books in his bag for Library Day.  This means he was not allowed to take any books out.  Apparently he was disappointed.  So as we were doing homework I asked John if he cried.  He said no.  Then I asked James if he cried at school.  He said "Yes 2 times!" He then went on to explain how he was frustrated with a Cat in the Hat project they needed to complete.  I didn't laugh out loud but I was sure laughing at the inside because he always has something that is "too hard" or "it takes too long". Two excuses I can't wait to leave his vocabulary but I'm not sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday when James came home I made the mistake of asking if anyone is sick.  Since they can't tell me anything funny or sad that happened at school I want to see if he knows who the kids are in his class.  He then proceeded to tell me how one kid got sick and was throwing up in the garbage can.  James was nervous because the kid wears glasses and he was afraid they would fall in the garbage can.  Of course he went on to exaggerate that the kid was standing at the garbage can for a half hour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only Wednesday but this is the best story.  We were talking about Lent and going to church today.  James said that God and Jesus are in his heart but he was confused on how they got there.  I said - we let them in.  He said "how? Oh I know they go through the door". Then he kept repeating how he has a door on his heart.  I hope he keeps them in his heart forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this story is about Patrick.  The boys always go to communion with us when we are at Mass.  We first did this because we didn't feel comfortable leaving them alone to get into trouble.  But then later we just took the little one's leaving James and John.  When John started to prepare for 1st Communion the priest suggested the children accompany us so they will know what to expect and what to do when they receive Communion.  So when I go to Communion I always receive the Body and Blood of Christ.  Two weeks ago I had Patrick &amp; Tommy with me.  Before I received the Body of Christ Patrick held Tommy's hand so we could stay together.  I think it is so cute when the little one's hold hands.  Then just as I bowed to receive the Blood of Christ I caught Patrick out of the corner of my eye bowing just like I bow before I received the wine. As we walked back to the pew I saw a lot of smiling faces from the other parishioners that saw Patrick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm starting to get excited for Tommy.  I think the little guy is starting to want to try to be potty trained.  We have had some good days and we have had some accidents.  He definitely understands the benefits of going the bathroom on the potty.  It is really helpful that James is encouraging him too.  Two weeks ago when the boys had a snow day James and Patrick gave a demonstration that started in the living room and then I made them go into the bathroom on how to pee standing up. Then we saw a remote control car that Tommy said he wanted.  James said it would make a great "pooping prize!" 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The 8 weeks of swimming lessons went by so fast. I don't think I ever had the feeling like we have been doing this forever - maybe because this year I did not have to get a stroller out of the trunk!  John passed to level 4 in swimming and James and Patrick know how to swim the front float and some back float.  They both are not afraid of jumping in the water. Tommy isn't either and he hasn't been to a lesson yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week John and James went to Bible School.  They enjoyed it very much.  As always the closing concert on Friday evening was jammed pack with family members watching their loved ones sing songs they learned from the week.  I'm actually enjoying the post concert as we continue to play the CD in the car.  I hear both boys sing the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being the last week of summer, I've jammed pack the week with fun for one last time.  Monday we went to the Farmpark and Captains game at night.  Tuesday James had bus safety class at school and in the evening I took them to Cleveland Browns Training Camp.  They seemed to enjoy watching it.  I was a little disappointed we couldn't be a little closer to the action.  We ran into two areas of heavy traffic and that delayed us.  Not to mention I needed to stop and put gas in the car and then we needed a potty break at a gas station.  We finally parked the car and walked down the street to the practice field.  I can't believe Tommy never complained because I know I was walking fast trying to get to the practice.  He was probably happy to be out of the car after being in it for over an hour.  Yesterday I took the boys to the Zoo in the morning and the Lake County Fair last night.  They enjoyed looking at most of what the fair had to offer.  Patrick did not appreciate getting to close to the cows that were laying down.  They did like the caged birds - turkey and chicken.  Of course they loved the rides. We were lucky one ride worker was in a generous mood because he let the boys ride 2 rides for free (without giving up our tickets) The last ride was very cool. It was a line of trucks linked together like a train.  The lady let the kids ride for 3 or 4 minutes. They all wanted to do a fast pitch game which I nixed because I didn't want to blow all the $ I brought with me.  Today was "get ready for school" day.  The boys got haircuts, we bought jeans for John and James, and everyone got tennis shoes.  They probably can start the school year in their old shoes but the store had buy one get one half off and then I had a 20% coupon to use on top of it.  So I got 4 pairs of tennis shoes for $60.  James talked me into some non-tying shoes which then led to John getting some non-tying shoes. They have elastic shoe laces. Both promised to continue to practice tying shoe laces.  James' are pretty cool as they are Star Wars. John used to not untie his shoes half the time so I figured might as well be able to get the non-tying ones too.  I'm not sure what is on tap for tomorrow in the morning.  I am thinking Penitentiary Glen and then in the evening we have another Captains game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Fall is going to be another busy sports filled time. James and Patrick are in soccer.  Both have enjoyed practices so far.  They should be starting games in 2 weeks.  John is going to play Fall Baseball.  Games so far look to be Saturday mornings. He will play double headers. First game at 9am and the next at 11am. I hope he doesn't get too burned out but he has had a month off.  I'm not sure how long they will play. I'm guessing maybe to the beginning of Oct? That will put a wrinkle into their leisurely Saturday mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick will start school the Tuesday after Labor Day.  I think he is anxious to go and see his classroom.  They moved the location of the preschool to be in the same building as the K-8 kids.  I'm anxious to see how drop off will go.  I just got the bus schedules for John and James and they moved up their pick up time by 3 minutes.  I'm definitely going to have to have my act together 3 days a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841680022714783432-4020828032740583208?l=what-was-i-thinking-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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