Dear Diary (And Vicky)

Yes - its been ages. Thirty six days to be precise. The longest stretch by far during which the blog has idled. But wait - there's a simple explanation: the World Cup.

Meanwhile, contrary to popular belief, the world spun and Vivian and Evan grew up. Evan learned to roll and to hold his head up and to laugh. Vivian finished swim and gymnastics classes and started her summer school program. One morning on Skype, she pointed out where South Africa was in an atlas and said "Daddy - don't be sad. Even if you are in South Africa, you are still my daddy".

It was time to go home and resume life and blog. Over the next few posts, I'll fill you in with pictures and stories from the last month. It's nice to be back.