But, man, are there a lot of pictures!
Our first hundred days. In Sydney.
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These guys.
This guy.
Our fish market.
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| The bridge that Oprah touched. |
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Charlie and his school hat hit Bronte Beach.
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| View from the zoo. |
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| This is what chlamydia looks like. |
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| Charlie and his daily activity of tormenting an Ibis. |
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| Scootering at Bondi Beach. |
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| Darth Maul and some other guys. |
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| A younger Aussie version of Martha Stewart. |
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| Just a roo. |
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The Cross City Tunnel.
At $5 a pop, it is always this clean and empty. |
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| My new favorite artist: Marise Maas. |
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| 1st goal e-ver! |
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| Charlie is the one over-stretching in the middle. |
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| One guess. |
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| Shelly Beach in my shoes. |
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One of the smaller Australian spiders.
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| Max cannot not put up the bunny ears. |
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| You can't escape them. |
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| Charlie multi-tasking with cricket gear. |
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| Our Anzac Bridge. |
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| Seconds before that bad wet dog trampled my good dry purse. |
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The one day a year where it is legal to bet on a coin toss.
We won $40. And then I lost $40.
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| It's true. |
