Like when you get your chai latte? And it’s all super sweetened instead of all spicy and delicious? Even now, you can hear my thighs stretching to contain the four tablespoons of sugar in the single sip I just took.

Off to watch some back episodes of “The Hills.”

We’re back, and still feeling a little akimbo. That may be because Hank keeps waking up at 3:30 a.m. While I pull the photos and tips and ideas I have in various notebooks, you should see this video Bryan made of Hank freaking out over a red ball. This baby guy is a totally awesome baby guy:

The MoMA Store is wondering if you might be interested in a sweet little
Muff Doll? Or perhaps a good old-fashioned game of Snatch? Unfortunately, the Choochie Jump Ropes are sold out. Bummer.

Mama
Dad
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Ciao!

More small differences between Buenos Aires and home:

-You leave your garbage on the curb in bags for pickup each afternoon.

-And yet, the garbage cans are wire boxes on poles, presumably so wild dogs and cats can’t reach the contents.

-I’ve seen at least three women in see-through white skirts wearing black G-strings.

-Milk for your tea comes steamed.

-Bookstores don’t have prices on the books, you have to ask.

-It’s unusually difficult to get change for large bills.

-They sometimes spray perfume on your purchases.

-Milkshakes are just milk blended with whatever flavor you’ve requested.

-At one local grocery store, there’s an express line for the pregnant and disabled.

-All the playground equipment here is still mildly dangerous. Working sea saws and merry-go-rounds, hard dirt ground so the pain shoots up your legs when you jump from the swing.