On the bright side, though.

We had a great time with Sarah and Scott, who we said goodbye to about 9 days ago.


Then, this past Saturday, we hosted about 15 kids of various shapes and sizes from the embassy in what is colloquially called a playgroup, but was pretty much just mass chaos. The vast majority of them gathered for about 15 seconds so Katherine could snap this pic, then they continued destroying our apartment.


But in the end, for being such a good kid with all the toy sharing and whatnot, Jack was rewarded with a tasty yoghurt popsicle...and one sock.


um...peanut butter. I've got nothing else.

But at least peanut butter is better than labored breathing.