... whilst sporting a beautiful new tutu, courtesy of Aunty Adrienne. 
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- Sophie boxed in
- Sophie observes that the content of her treat bag ...
- Sophie makes a trick or treat bag
- Still jet-lagged, Dad tries to stay awake ...
- Charlotte The Tarantula makes her furry way toward...
- The aftermath of the group hug (see below)!
- Group hug: David greets his buddy, Mathew Monteith
- Sophie and her skating instructor
- View from above - David lending Sophie a hand on t...
- David takes to the ice
- How many stickers can you fit on a magic wand?
- The eyes have it ... even when they're tired.
- Making a magic wand is a fiddly business
- Sophie observes the arrivals at Meg's 5th Birthday...
- Men at work.
- Critter escape route: Grandad's trouser leg perhaps?
- It's life, David, but not as we know it ...
- Grandad and David get to the root of the problem!
- Here's some firewood, Mummy!
- David, expert arborist, supervises the extraction.
- Daddy eliminates an ailing fir tree ...
- Sophie in a (very) bad mood
- I just love the
- David, Sophie and Liam take to the stage!
- Riina, Jeff, Sophie, Pete and Liam at Black Creek
- David enjoys the unseasonally warm weather
- David takes the Black Creek school experience very...
- David and Sophie experience schooling circa 1850
- A corn field in rural Oakville
- David enjoys the cool, crisp air of an early Octob...
- David: "How do I get this wretched tractor to start?"
- David: "Now I'm getting cross!"
- For your viewing pleasure ...
- How does she do that?!
- Cousin Max jazzes it up on his second birthday!
- Sitting pretty.
- Now, this is what I call a dress ...
- Sophie showing us some dance moves ...
- Sophie pretends to go to bed with cousin Max
- Hmmm, intriguing ...
- David shows his trophy to Sophie
- Soccer season draws to a close ...
- The smile says it all!
- Just when soccer season is just beginning in Eur...
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- I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins.
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