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Montreal

While Donna was away in Saskatchewan, I thought that I would take Margo on a road trip to Montreal. Clever Papa that I am, we left just in time for Margo's nap, and came back around her bedtime. The benefit is that I don't get the crying from too many hours in the carseat. The downside is that I can't listen to my anthology of Iron Maiden tunes at ear-blistering levels.

Tough call.

Did my devious plan work? See for yourself.
















































We had a great time in Montreal, albeit short, and spent some quality time with my sister Angie. And her cat Salem. Love-hate relationship there, because cats and kids don't normally team up well, but kids often have homogenized milk around them, and Salem's been on a diet long enough to force him to cozy up to Ms. Curiosity.

Angie and Margo, on the other hand, took to each other unconditionally. A) Angie has a soft spot for Margo, being her nearest niece and the giver of Margo's favourite stuffed animal, Minou. B) Angie's apartment is for toddlers what opening King Tut's tomb would be for archeologists: it's a treasure trove of things to look at, point at, utter things at, climb into, etc. And Angie was right there for Margo, guiding every step of the way.

Seeing Margo with family always makes me a little sad that we don't have more family close-by. I guess we all make choices, and we chose to move to Ottawa to start a family. And our family chose, for some odd reason, not to drop everything and follow us and offer a rotating schedule of babysitters who are on call, 24/7.

Oh well. Montreal was good.

- Michel

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