Here's Sabina's confirmation class, in its entirety. 8th grade boys look like a completely different species than 8th grade girls, don't they?
A shot of the crowd. LB's mom is on the left, in the green shirt and black sweater.
Here's a lovely picture of the seed stitch, ruffle-edged scarf I knit two years ago, with Jo Sharp silk georgette yarn and 2.5mm needles. Also pictured: LB and his parents.
LB, his parents and the 4 middles:
Here's Sabina being baptized. The shiny pastor on the left is more or less responsible for our coming to this church. He arranged for Olive's Sunday School class to have a extra teacher (his wife!) so that Olive would always have a 1:1 ratio, preemptively planned for Olive's supervision so that LB and I could both attend membership classes, and somehow makes it feel as if we're the ones doing him a favor.
On Monday Olive had school and the rest of us went on a tour of Autism Academy (home of the Sacred Notebook), which LB's parents had never seen. It was wonderful to see Judy (the program director), Jeni (speech therapist), and the lady at the front desk who always had a special hello for Agatha (my usual drive companion). Teacher Emily was occupied with a student having a bathroom issue, so we did not get to see her. It's noteworthy that in the year since we've been gone, the players at Autism Academy have remained the same. Olive's current classroom has had 4 staff changes since she's been attending. Each change has been met with backsliding, periods of sleeplessness and increased anxiety. And Olive didn't much care for it, either. Her aide, Miss Sally, has been our rock.
After the academy tour, we went to the pond across the street and saw my old nemesis:
I'm reminded of a book or a story I read in which the main character has a nemesis named Ron Nemesis. But where did I read this, and who wrote it? I asked LB if it rang any bells, and he said, Sounds like Chao. It does indeed sound like something from the writings of Tom Chao. If it's yours, TXC, weigh in and claim it.
We broke into study groups and took pictures. The best candids happen when the subjects are posing for someone else.
The four middles, again:
Agatha collecting dandelions:
Dandelions tend to shrivel in captivity, so the children left them for the next visitors to the pond...whoever they may be.















