It's Called a Brogue

Last night I went to my nieces and nephews holiday program with my mom and John. I was impressed at the amount of people in attendance and at how well the children performed. That's Georgie in the left corner. Nicoe read a few different scriptures.
Silas sang Little Drummer Boy with his class.
It was nice, I enjoyed it. It's been great having my mom here. Today was my last treatment, I hope. Now comes the onslaught of Merry Christmas guests. Patrick arrives tomorrow, as well as my sister and her 6 kids. Alex and David will be bringing Davids dad. With the exception of the Weitzmans, they are all staying here. I am really happy about it. I am also hoping that Grandma Double R can make an appearance after the holiday. I really miss all of Pete's family. In unrelated news, I want to add something that happened last week. When we were in Utah, I received a call from Oscars teacher saying that they had referred him for speech therapy. He has a different way with pronouncing R's. He started in Utah and continued here and I had noticed a little improvement. Two weeks ago at parent teacher conferences, his speech therapist came in to talk about releasing him from the therapy. She advised me that she felt that there was not much more they could do for Oscar. In her opinion he had an "accent". I advised her that he had spent a few years living with his dad and grandparents who moved here as adults from Ireland. So, Oscar was released from speech with this as the explanation,"Oscar has somewhat of an Irish dialect, which is a communication difference, not a disorder." Now, if I could get him to lay off the Guinness........