We dance (in our pajamas, to Otis Redding).
We get into trouble.
We cook (in the big kitchen, and the little one).
We run around the city. (No, I don't always wear the baby anymore. Heavy! Re: stroller, why get it in black when it comes in BRIGHT ORANGE??)
(London, we love you really. Cape Town was just a fling.)
We play dress up.
We rest, finally!
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