Fashionably Late Miss Miller

We're still waiting on our newest niece (first for us on the Marchbank side) to be born. Due this past Sunday, she has chosen to make us all hang on every telephone call, every P.A. announcement at school, every twinge for her poor mommy. Time is ticking by so slowly these days that I decided to have a little bit of fun with it. Although I know Lindsay isn't finding much pleasure in the land of the over-due, that doesn't mean the rest of us have to suffer so much. I've been teaching band, social studies and computers for a week and a half now at Callaghan school and every student I teach knows they better buckle down and be quiet if there is an announcement. When the "beep beep beep" noise is heard over the PA, all 15-32 of us (depending on the class) falls into silence waiting to hear the magic words... "Mrs. Craig you have a call on line 4, Mrs. Craig, line 4." Each and every false alarm we let out a collective sigh and "oh man!" and then continue on with whatever task we are on.

On Monday, when all of my band students came to class and asked whether my sister had her baby, I had an idea. I printed off the best of the best pictures of Lindsay in all of her glory and posted them on the whiteboard. I then engaged in something I'm sure is frowned upon in the public school system - I began taking bets. So far there were only two very disappointed students who had placed their bets for Tuesday, and seeing as it is now almost 9:30pm I think there will be quite a few disappointed faces tomorrow. While the grade sevens thought today was a good day for Little Miller's arrival (oh, and by the way they thought Miller was the proud parents' first name of choice for a little girl) the grade eights have a majority vote in for Thursday. Only time will tell, but I can say right now that there will be one large celebration in West Prince when this little lady finally decides to see what this world is all about.





Love you Linz:)