Day-to-day

Playing futebol at our apartment complex. Eri
sees the "shirts" and "skins"  teams and now immediately whips
off her top every time to get the game going.

Making the most of a layover. 

We love our balcony, which looks out to the ocean,
so we've improvised a dinner table until our furniture arrives. That's
netting that envelops our entire apartment to prevent anyone
from taking a tumble out. Most Brazilians aren't quite as zealous with the net,
but their idea blends nicely with my American parental paranoia. 

School lunch. Apparently universally not delicious.

On a walk, narrated by Eri.
"Can you believe she only used to be able to poo her diapers and
now she's smarter than most people we know?" astutely says her dad.

Eri at swim lessons. Swim cap is required. Thank goodness
Brazilian girls don't wear string bikinis this young, though the same can't
be said for the boys and their banana hammocks.

We found Brazil's version of Pinkberry, suspiciously
with a pink berry logo. Either way, we love you, Gurts.