Montreal was a lovely holiday. Despite our concerns, Sophie was an amazing traveller. She was great on the plane: no problems with take-offs/landings, loved the little TV in the back of the seat and waved at all the other passengers (eliciting smiles and laughs all around). She got to meet a lot of her relatives (we'll have to make a return visit to meet the rest), including her great-grandmother Lucille. Michael and I got to lounge in bed every morning while my mom fed Sophie her breakfast. The weather was great and we let Sophie go barefoot, despite the fact that all the Montreal babies were bundled up (wimps!) Sophie also chose this holiday as the time to start crawling like crazy and walk around holding hands (she has quite a goose-step when she walks). So now we're home and Sophie has 8 teeth, sings to herself, stands up holding onto furniture, makes jokes with her reflection, and insists on walking, walking, walking throughout the apartment (I wish we were shorter!)
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