A beginning and an end 
Two babies were born this week, almost within a day of each other. Bronwyn's sister Claire had a boy named Cooper. Her husband Nigel is mad on cars, which probably influenced the name. Claire has spine problems, and was booked in for a caesarean, but the contractions started a month early. All went well.

Bronwyn's brother Stephen and his wife Dianne had another boy. They have known for some time that the baby only had two ventricles in his heart, and that the baby isn't likely to survive for very long. So the family went over for a baptism yesterday, and it's now just a matter of time. It must be a very emotional time for them both.

It rained this week. We were due to have the youth group over for a bonfire tonight, but everything is sopping wet, and there was supposed to be more rain today. So that's been postponed. The original idea was to get the water slide going, but sunset is around 6pm at the moment, so it was likely to be very dark and rather cold. Hopefully we can get the slide going next summer. Sarah is just about big enough for it now.

The central North Island had a lot of rain too, and they've gone from a drought to widespread flooding!

The Katikati concert band came to visit for the weekend. We had two people to stay overnight. There was a rehearsal on Saturday afternoon, followed by a curry at a nearby restaurant.

After the curry, we found out that the price didn't include dessert. So the younger end of both bands (plus me) decided to go and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. We then realised we couldn't eat it in the restaurant, so we bought some plastic teaspoons as well. Most of the tub was consumed on the side of the road, while waving gleefully at passers by.

The concert on Sunday was rather windy, and I had to keep one foot on the music stand to stop it falling over. There weren't too many people around either - they were all huddled in the cafe nearby. But overall it all went well (the rain started shortly *after* the concert), and the Katikati band are planning a return visit later in the year. The younger players have formed The Order of the Cold Tub, and have preserved their plastic teaspoons (and the tub) as a momento.

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