Happy Saint Patty's Day

So they tell me my Pépère Raymond Hébert was Irish. His father Eddie Ebert moved to Manitoba when he was 9. They called Aubigny home and realized that there were other families that went by the name Hébert so they added an H to their Ebert name and became Hébert's as well. So Happy Saint Patty's Day to all ye who hail from Ireland! (and all ye who don't) :P


Meadow bugging her Dad who is cheering on the Habs. The other day when the opposing team scored, John banged on the floor and she asked " Are we mad Dad?" John just replied " Yep, we get mad when the other team scores." So when my daughter is on the ice and breaking sticks because the other team scores, guess who will be having a talk about who buys the hockey sticks...!
For now however, she's not as intense as her father. As you can see, during a Habs game she's very easily distracted by practicing her many different "faces". From top to bottom and right to left: Happy, Shy, Ballerina, Surprised and Grumpy.


The weather is finally getting warm and we have been able to get outside for some fresh air. We actually took Sophie for her first walk in a long time! The kids were pumped in their bike cart. At first I thought that Rex would be flopping all over the place, but as you can see there isn't much room in there once Meadow is in, so he was pretty snug!