Bringing baby home to Kathmandu is quite different than bringing (our first) baby home to suburban Virginia.
Once the little one is tucked up in bed, the exchange goes like this:
Me (exhausted): Is that the baby or is that a monkey?
Him (distracted): Just monkey.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
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