I just noticed these yesterday. There were so many pictures and I was concentrating on the baby. I waited until I had a chance to ask Melissa if she minded giving her editorial opinion to the entire blogging world. (Tim was there most of the time and took the pictures).
All is well, not much happening. Tomorrow is Writing Festival at John Muir (without their Principal who "resigned" yesterday). Strange and everyone is tightlipped. No great loss for me; he couldn't hold a candle to his predecessor and I got through the year by avoiding him except when courtesy demanded otherwise. He came in as a "new broom" when there was nothing wrong with the old one (he retired) and alienated many of us who were predisposed to support him.
Also the day we measure Elcie for her power wheel chair. It's in the middle of the day so I probably will keep her out. Not much goes on at the end of the school year.
Rochelle wants to go to summer school after all. Her beloved teacher will have the class. Fine with me but I still don't think I'll send Elcie. She's so tired and now that Rochelle has decided on summer school, I'll have a little more time to spend with her and so will Rebecca. It should work out fine.
I'm a little tired, Giants are getting slaughtered and girls heading for bed. See you tomorrow.