Becky and John went to the Eastern Townships for a few days, leaving Eric and I and the kids alone in Montreal to get our bearings. Parents used to do this to their children to teach them to swim. Fortunately, Eric has both a sense of direction and a lot of French. I accommodate my lack of both by having no shame about practicing my Franglish in public and by leaving a trail of breadcrumbs when I leave the house.
Becky and John returned just before Uncle Ben (aka "the Pied Piper") and Vanessa came to visit. There was Great Rejoicing from the kids. Every once in a while we dig Ben and Vanessa out from under the flurry of arms and legs and offer them pancakes and coffee.
Becky and I took the kids sledding so Ben and Vanessa could have a moment to themselves for a walk in the neighborhood. Sledding was great. The hill was full of people and kids screaming and laughing when we arrived, but emptied out as evening fell. My best run was with Kai on my back and me on my stomach on the minimalist sled, which is just a piece of plastic with two holes cut out for handholds. You feel every bump, but the thing really flies down the hill. Steering is mostly unavailable.
-Juliet
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