Ah, the end of the school year, chock-full of end-of-the-school-year festivities. Sunday evening was Elvis' piano recital:
The week before that was his presentation on being a veterinarian:
Meanwhile, his brother continues playing T-ball:
For those who you who got a kick out of N's teammate Daniel: This weekend, when told by the coaches that he couldn't say "Bad game, bad game, bad game" to the opposing team, he informed them solemnly that he was going to kiss each member of the opposing team instead of high-fiving them. You can imagine how well that went over.
(Fans of G., don't worry; Little Miss has her ballet recital next month, so you will get to see photos of that, no doubt.)
In other news, the lilacs bloomed
I knit a boatload of pre-emie caps:
Charcoal got glasses (no, not really; he just needs to wear them for reading):
a sweet friend knit me a beautiful pair of socks
and we got our first customer review on Amazon.com! And it wasn't even someone related to us!
Later this week: a No-Bull Book Review. . .