Christmas eve baby (on left, now 11) awakes.
Birthday surfing lesson, Waikiki.
Birthday boy, keeping himself cool, in our preferred mode of transport - the stretch Limo. Cheaper than Taxi. On way to birthday meal.
Limo again. The Greenback isn't worth a cracker next to the Canadian Dollar these days.
Airport marathon. Air Canada lost George's bag for a day.
Reaching for cue card. Wasn't enough on it. Speech was a great success in that I almost completely managed to stop myself from crying. No mean feat.
Teachers. All they do is go on holidays and sit in the staff room drinking coffee. Dale, Will, Albertan Coffee table book, Nadine, Margie.
At last. We meet the Michaud's. We were all really pleased to finally catch up. It was a shame that it was only for one night but so much better than nothing. Good to finally see them in three dimensions.
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