We were so lucky to have Michael's mom Suzanne visit us in Paris for three and a half weeks last month. Not only was Suzanne a HUGE help to us - not sure if you've heard, newborns are exhausting! - but it was a wonderful time for her to get to know Oliver, and for Oliver to get to know his Mémère (for those of you who are uninitiated like I was, Mémère is the French-Canadian term for grandma). At 3 months old, Oliver was full of smiles, grew like a weed, and seemed to hit new milestones every day. Many days we stayed close to home, relishing early mornings spent in the apartment, singing and rocking little Oliver to sleep, playing on his activity mat, evening bath time, and watching him discover the joys of being a little human. Other days were spent further afield on mini-adventures to chateaus, vineyards and Provençal markets. It was a wonderful time spent full of laughter and memories to cherish. Can't wait for the next visit!
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