My first wedding...

Last saturday I went to my first wedding. The reception was in a church in Montreal. The ceremony was in French and I could tell dad was real bored so I started to cry, that was a good enough reason for us to go outside and enjoy the sun. Mum seemed to enjoy herself though. I take after dad somewhat, best to leave churches to people that need them.

After the ceremony mum and dad dropped me off at Grandpa Marcel's place where I spent my first evening without mum and dad. I did not mind it too much but I must confess that I was very happy when they came to pick me up just after midnight, I had a great sleep in the car on the way home. The car is probably my favourite place to catch a quick power nap!

Me and daddy at the ceremony:














Me in my pretty dress:














Mum and dad at the reception:



















Daddy who looks like he is getting up to trouble again!