
Here's the "around 7-months progress" taken with 53 days to go. This was the "not lifting like a dancer should" photo so I could look as big as possible.
and a few things I could stand to be a little less grateful for:


I couldn't get enough of Château Frontenac. Quebec City was lovelier than Montreal -- better preserved as an old city. This meant, of course, more stairs. We spent a long time hiking around looking for the Plains of Abraham. The details of this battle are mind-blowing. The French made mistake, after mistake after mistake. If not for this place, a lot more of us would be speaking French right now.




This folk art sculpture was at Stash Cafe. Going to an authentic all Polish restaurant was a highlight. I cried when I told the waiter I wanted one of everything, and I am only a quarter Polish. (Last week I got emotional again when I saw the billboard for Sobieski Wodka Polska on 610 Loop at the Galleria. ) The BYU MOA had an exhibit of these wood carvings years ago and my parents have a couple. Dibs!


We drove from Vermont to Joseph's mission stomping ground, Montreal and suburbs. We climbed the stairs & trails to Mont Royal (getting lost because Joseph had only done it in the snow once 10 years ago!). Samuel and Daddy had lots more energy than Pregnant Mommy who trailed behind, complaining that this reminded her of the hike on our honeymoon when we also got lost. In a startling similarity, we learned at the top of both hikes that we could have driven to the top. But we are better people for walking.
