"I’m so tired of being tired . . . ." - Ken
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| "Hmmm . . . I'm not tired. Are you tired, Flynn?" "No, I'm feeling quite well rested actually." |
It’s now Saturday night in India and we don’t have any news
to report. It’s all about bottles and
sleeping at this point.
We did make a brief venture outside yesterday with the
babies, for a bit of a stroll and a quick bite to eat. Now, I fully admit that I don’t like to
venture out in India. It’s hot
here. Like, really hot. And I
just don’t like the heat. I step outside
and immediately start sweating profusely.
It’s not a pretty sight. And then
of course I’m not keen on getting stared at - and I mean outright stares. Two foreign men walking around with infants
strapped to their chests . . . and the big white guy sweating profusely. Ken, of course, is not fazed at all. “Hey, honey, let’s pop into this coffee shop
for lunch and give the babies their bottles.”
Uh, okay.
Unfortunately I got quite ill after our outing yesterday and
spent the next 24 hours recovering. Ken
had to take care of the twins and me for about 12 hours.
Tonight we Skyped with Coco, Grandma and Grandad. They seem to be having a very nice time, and Coco's potty training is coming along nicely too.
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| Skyping via iPhone |
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| Margot |
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| Flynn |
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