tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22893530741839688962024-03-14T08:08:27.731-07:00stitchingtochinababslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-90918795246465110022011-03-07T19:20:00.001-08:002011-03-07T20:14:02.831-08:003rd Birthday<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581553650390824386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgMk2iVZiLB_8ytKl9ddZHFzcGWX9QFP-TOxI46kYQ-e0yO69T_oSuPidLjVfLKQzj56HCAfKj2YVm0CtxacWWEyDkCHOwl3ds9wSsEgHeGhJm6jq7RfywTSDKNE6IA88ljg9Lg_xeR58/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" /> This is how you will find me most late afternoons, my own personal sense of style<br /><br /><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfs1sbfsGvkGl7ChkA_hGVOTyHlOVorYn8NfDXZua1U80vw-FEsBfVOhs4pL6X_qS_mFGHQKCooeqQJYORV5NQYc4eQvWXfE3TBOwvxWcsnsKbtaBNJtRjcQh9MG82GpY2VNiqb1Rw-I7C/s1600/DSC_2632.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581553647243343298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfs1sbfsGvkGl7ChkA_hGVOTyHlOVorYn8NfDXZua1U80vw-FEsBfVOhs4pL6X_qS_mFGHQKCooeqQJYORV5NQYc4eQvWXfE3TBOwvxWcsnsKbtaBNJtRjcQh9MG82GpY2VNiqb1Rw-I7C/s320/DSC_2632.JPG" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555160913914274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yCelZIQSNHhWIMdLrikw9tQj0mS2eVIrXfja95NqvqGwPzbm1b-kZzfZjQn1WOhPg_UEUTMP0_HUateg6judrJLgsV714SdNDhWEEDZlMGxKJLF6CB3UmHiDMsLLj02fCaa8qmPw8jqV/s320/DSC_2583.JPG" />My brothers are alot of fun</div><div><br /><div><div><div align="center">We celebrated Maggie's 3rd Birthday on February 20th. Although we know her real birthday is around the 1st of April (give or take a few days) we have decided to not change it legally. I looked into and it is a tedious strange process. Even if you get the birthday changed at the state level you still have to have it changed at the federal level and there are no gurantees. So when you go to get a passport it can cause issues. Instead it will just be a part of her story.<br /><br />She totally enjoyed her birthday and recieved some of her favorite things. Her papoo fixed an antique doll highchair for her. She also has enjoyed a pretend wok set, doll potty, dora doll, and plastic kid chair. She had many cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles to help her celebrate. She now knows what "Birthday" means and is gets excited when we talk about her jie jie's birthday that is coming up in a few weeks.<br /></div><div align="center">She is still doing really well. I personally think she is the cutest 3 year old around. She has such a fun personality. She is sassy and so smiley. When she smiles her whole face lights up and she smiles ALOT. Now it is good that she is so darn cute because she has resorted back to spitting. When we first came home she would spit on us when she didn't like something we did or said. It got better and she really went a good month or so with no spitting. But now it is back. I can see the bubbles of saliva collect on her bottom lip as she thinks over wether or not she will hit her target. If this was my first or even second child I would probably be in a twit. Sometimes I have to hide my smile when I see her get so sassy and spittin like a camel. Why do I smile - because I know this shows she is a little fighter and she is strong. So now I just have to brag a bit more on my sweet baby .......<br /></div><div align="center">Maggie plays hard, laughs hard, can get really mad, yell really loud, smile big, climb fast, run in high heels, sleep through the night, whisper I love you, I love you, I love you in my ear, poops on the potty in about 10 seconds, begs everyone to read "pinkalicious" (yes she can say that word), brings me the phone when it rings, finds my coffee mug after I have sat it in 20 places in the morning, get in and out of her carseat, peddle her tricycle all over the place, gives BEAR hugs, gets bashful when we catch her playing imaginary play but readily lets us join in, mix mandarin in English (says Bu want it aka no I don't want it), won't stay in her sunday school class without us (always did love 3year old sunday school - NOT), loves to sit and have Davis read her books, loves shoes - all shoes - will melt down over shoes, favorite outfit is underwear, sunglasses, high heels, and a baby doll, and is a few inches off the ground from doing the full splits - we think she is so talented. After watching her brothers swim team for weeks her newest talent is to stand in a chair get in the diving pose and jump on 3, and her form ain't so bad. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551278605505650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszHlyLQY5UqpmDuCx63EyqGdpBi9MHXYmMpOesi0AAlDJ2F78Mh9aJftlAw3vcLhiJvP1slOFJvaARXZGGyOiTFNg-OPjfuQ_ou_nI0Xj318khk8c4v7-hpSPLkYf_fa3gMOAuMcWnfIy/s320/DSC_2680.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551275202652946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZouCbtRX5G3Z_A_LaDhonPTuIbHMAr7RbARSOFSrgEINEKKekGmdNyZQ4U6nUwUc1bFXJ7rOAfdE_TDEatoBJRo_uZAY5fMC4EzV1inZVWpv_JlE1MTmRUjQrHOEzyxaN7Cq0lOr-abE/s320/DSC_2765.JPG" /></div><div align="center">I love my Bunny and my chair</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551274077688482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uNgIriYTUse3KKr-dNPXUP_4Gy9eby5r3_fMszKCUrknnY5T-5z8GyjwIE09wft_jZO9pVIHUNHZS2h-2I8uXQvNU98SjzPdkeNvXNz8HjvbP7TfttW-SxsR3Q8mQnM687x1nt7XFm-f/s320/DSC_2732.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551268310640274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0UJcSWpFs7kTOfkh7x-uUT1J3lZkzLmHWr_ID_BnDWbSnkb0adoiR_BAofRCUeg3FZOfpAfG1uP6uzVX1scQ8FAjxH8c7G6eihbqlsYu3Hp9gyoEwSa-ODTQxj-knfsDGNTJ_4qJeSuh/s320/DSC_2710.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551265666586290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMri9wkZZsP-LzUr9TeAMYO5KwnQRKi-CXwBOpt6wsqDn8x9lDIJDbRQKfa0zOX-z0FJoqG5j1At4_JRugXI7sStmYYf0mu-HPyVO1s1h3n04VUqmP7XTfJAgtNDnE0pC6adh9DEv3v9mC/s320/IMG_0904.JPG" /></div><p align="center">We can BRING It On with my Mama and P90X extreme Yoga</p></div></div></div></div></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-17691450601694974322011-01-24T19:23:00.001-08:002011-01-24T19:32:49.446-08:00Designing For HopeMy cousin, <a href="http://thehandsofthepotter.blogspot.com/">Sharla</a> is an amazing jewelry designer. She has a heart for orphans (adopted from China) and loves Jesus. She has recently opened a website where she is selling her jewlery to raise funds for mission trips to Swaziland. She has been 4 times and her one of her sons has also gone with her. All excess money raised is given away to the people in need in Swaziland.<br /><br />For the next month 10% of her sales will go to help a family adopting 2 boys from china. Click <a href="http://joyunspeakableandfullofglory.blogspot.com/">here</a> to go to the families blog<br /><br />Click <a href="http://d4hope.com/">here</a> to view her jewelry website. What a great way to have a nice piece of jewelry and help a family.babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-10312866514677438732011-01-20T12:51:00.000-08:002011-01-22T07:32:34.173-08:00<div align="center"></div>A few photos of the going on's around our home. For the past few weeks Maggie has been trying to put a baby on her back while playing. Yesterday morning I found a long strip of fabric and tied up a baby sling. I think for her birthday I will sew up something a little better with velcro so she can more easily put a baby on her back. She is such a little treasure and radiates joy.<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgC8-4m7iDDnowle4WPRZCFE5slrjzEmcnD1ww-Yg81ABEsVJSxghL_rGCB43ZkRf6rSAjtRJ38hmB7VoEePohbbC7qNRTjdTeCfF2ppT0jVSfXYXbk8o9X5k2bNcGbj4CgEtpcv4S9B_/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564376398109804146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgC8-4m7iDDnowle4WPRZCFE5slrjzEmcnD1ww-Yg81ABEsVJSxghL_rGCB43ZkRf6rSAjtRJ38hmB7VoEePohbbC7qNRTjdTeCfF2ppT0jVSfXYXbk8o9X5k2bNcGbj4CgEtpcv4S9B_/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" /></a> Our Saturday Morning hooked on"kid crack"<br />aka TV<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPURoejmTA4GhhwjfPbTtBUpFkNRRSJ0zpueVK26h1KvQRUVkLqtvLoxzjKC6Osr1gSF5Un-5NAEWstqCLjzP7HgnijTgiiIuEZuvpGDYYv7tBK_OpgXBV9Iv15Vx5KTV08gRabg3e6B9/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564376389844397266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPURoejmTA4GhhwjfPbTtBUpFkNRRSJ0zpueVK26h1KvQRUVkLqtvLoxzjKC6Osr1gSF5Un-5NAEWstqCLjzP7HgnijTgiiIuEZuvpGDYYv7tBK_OpgXBV9Iv15Vx5KTV08gRabg3e6B9/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" /></a>Baby on the back swaddled in blankets<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PhzkLOg4jiRREoQzvsvWOEQZGxuEmb4rkFpZxnR4NdsCOlrBvO5bFyEONul5WpLXD9uU2A3w3X4LgCuVvFQQJTtErtXnYiYg7wBryKDVny8T11f63KtANVdlSmzD6dG6QBu2xHAYUvEy/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564376387393920210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PhzkLOg4jiRREoQzvsvWOEQZGxuEmb4rkFpZxnR4NdsCOlrBvO5bFyEONul5WpLXD9uU2A3w3X4LgCuVvFQQJTtErtXnYiYg7wBryKDVny8T11f63KtANVdlSmzD6dG6QBu2xHAYUvEy/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKWOpllP9QRfTaQM_53wlBqKsmV2j18drG7neHrHeIs4SfNcFDbldfG4gHYnsfKxVd7nbwbayLXzCJKnElYS945qT5Lgfpo1YQQyzAz5Zx_zKW5rQxxTNfx3zpuExwB7kZYgyzhBRdZkN/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564376382472815330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKWOpllP9QRfTaQM_53wlBqKsmV2j18drG7neHrHeIs4SfNcFDbldfG4gHYnsfKxVd7nbwbayLXzCJKnElYS945qT5Lgfpo1YQQyzAz5Zx_zKW5rQxxTNfx3zpuExwB7kZYgyzhBRdZkN/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" /></a> I love babies, especially on my back they way my grandmother carried me<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSJOqve_mXWEf6OM3zulYnAMe_SEqONQ6uA0OYlbz0VhR1TxsbjBZ3yDPxjXCLAItbzSROcUxfXUAbMeqDILU1dqCLAA0bBJOQ7dZZkgrKIfU1Y_1xmOOBm2O0lj9UMtql4nhSO9VOiRI/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564376375491582818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSJOqve_mXWEf6OM3zulYnAMe_SEqONQ6uA0OYlbz0VhR1TxsbjBZ3yDPxjXCLAItbzSROcUxfXUAbMeqDILU1dqCLAA0bBJOQ7dZZkgrKIfU1Y_1xmOOBm2O0lj9UMtql4nhSO9VOiRI/s320/IMG_0890.JPG" /></a> This is what homeschool math looks like<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqM8YFsdQ9LISYCVxJME8heEVy1Ct3dlRU3cvAPgzvnbE3R7AHAauxdfTAC034p4o841EHIlco2SFj_EICmdqWbi7xrsd-YO6Kvkq77g8usi9VGheHkRYKz6EaKhPTMT8zlLpKldyEfVc/s1600/IMG_0851.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375337964308114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqM8YFsdQ9LISYCVxJME8heEVy1Ct3dlRU3cvAPgzvnbE3R7AHAauxdfTAC034p4o841EHIlco2SFj_EICmdqWbi7xrsd-YO6Kvkq77g8usi9VGheHkRYKz6EaKhPTMT8zlLpKldyEfVc/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" /></a>Maggie always seems to find Graham's lap<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvgS961Y-Scaw6UWdl91xZ9LEKePMXMq7bfVJY8NkONvmoM9yW-i1U-jASeWOQPJjCNELz03A1SLyvOsOrOP88kddyFWnbs_mjf0Eye41RD4VzHGuhWlabUTHGVcfEW11wsz1moijw2YW/s1600/IMG_0885.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375331563026498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvgS961Y-Scaw6UWdl91xZ9LEKePMXMq7bfVJY8NkONvmoM9yW-i1U-jASeWOQPJjCNELz03A1SLyvOsOrOP88kddyFWnbs_mjf0Eye41RD4VzHGuhWlabUTHGVcfEW11wsz1moijw2YW/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" /></a>They all wanted to make silly faces<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRS_-0rf98cUfjOOVmXDHmDx1wvcP2gxXD_EeHSSKuooqxHiYSJlAWvlNNIMEy3f6Mm9JcdGTPN2iJYojJvFwIesYCxqS5Cmidx0VDFqAusMBTtCH4ZxzmFwHkPkRY_1jI-5ZoprOSRQUA/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375324483012290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRS_-0rf98cUfjOOVmXDHmDx1wvcP2gxXD_EeHSSKuooqxHiYSJlAWvlNNIMEy3f6Mm9JcdGTPN2iJYojJvFwIesYCxqS5Cmidx0VDFqAusMBTtCH4ZxzmFwHkPkRY_1jI-5ZoprOSRQUA/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" /></a> wrestling with older brother, Maggie loves to have fun and stir it up<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLm4sTKps5lc9p8RFFES_oknZAWRu4zBAvy_wQsOZ9TgVMsarJXTL94ewP72UmnyjNUY_1r1HQINyljLn_UcuXANxWzj4jOeUzYgBwWMdTGNaCC_kW_qQu1EdJ9eNz3P79Ox4FNBfhtbN/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375320173357218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLm4sTKps5lc9p8RFFES_oknZAWRu4zBAvy_wQsOZ9TgVMsarJXTL94ewP72UmnyjNUY_1r1HQINyljLn_UcuXANxWzj4jOeUzYgBwWMdTGNaCC_kW_qQu1EdJ9eNz3P79Ox4FNBfhtbN/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWG-1Oj-28S44ACiwKfUCv2LJXuOwb931QFDZUja_Ewtkta7_vD4N8CU7JFye0d5O3Wt1qlfsM4pNGNDF-uo8l9TolnvZK4utvUjgP5qPSSBi6fRAbsb0-776s_lNUZE2esmaSiB3MfEuM/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375318368644354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWG-1Oj-28S44ACiwKfUCv2LJXuOwb931QFDZUja_Ewtkta7_vD4N8CU7JFye0d5O3Wt1qlfsM4pNGNDF-uo8l9TolnvZK4utvUjgP5qPSSBi6fRAbsb0-776s_lNUZE2esmaSiB3MfEuM/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" /></a> They consider each other pretty special<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-30484563402655145042011-01-04T19:19:00.001-08:002011-01-04T20:32:07.427-08:00What they need<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg-ldlr9CoF6nV0z7qeVuZlXPH9AHln_UlIzzcg2TEwuMWJNjsqLzo3XamNbZgDAz6dwoA_3_R1baVsoIeovGaXTay7VOHtIVAwl7W-Bpc9TYiycpCygWehK0eE9PYx1FwTJsXHHWXn3J/s1600/Guiyang+190.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558547678871579554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg-ldlr9CoF6nV0z7qeVuZlXPH9AHln_UlIzzcg2TEwuMWJNjsqLzo3XamNbZgDAz6dwoA_3_R1baVsoIeovGaXTay7VOHtIVAwl7W-Bpc9TYiycpCygWehK0eE9PYx1FwTJsXHHWXn3J/s320/Guiyang+190.jpg" /></a> What do they need - orphans that is. If you are like me when posed with the question "Can I adopt" you think "how will we pay to educate them, raise them, do family vacations, save for retirement, ect". I get caught up in the lifestyle I want to live and what I want to provide to the children in my home. This is Satan's snare. It is so easy to rationalize why it is ok to want all these things. The deal is none of those things in and of themselves are sinful or wrong. It becomes sinful when that is what rules our life and decisions. In James 4 it says<br /><br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">"Now listen, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money. Why you do not even know what will happen tomrrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that.........Anyone then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">This verse tells us first "To listen" and then poses the question "what is your life". As a believer I know that God should define my life. But I am a sinner and often fall way short. I like to define my life. My heart tells me, my culture tells me, my wealthy county -tells me that my desires are reasonable they are good, but in my heart I know that it is not true. I really desire a Christian education for my kids and would then like to pay for their college- sounds ok, right? Sure there is nothing wrong with that. Problem is private school is expensive and so is college. More kids you have more money it cost. So what is the answer? Change expectation and change the life of an orphan or keep desire. When we decided to adopt the 4th time we knew we were changing all of our kids future education. We certainly can't put them all in private school and college loans are in their future. I think all my kids will be ok with this. They would choose Maggie and Corinne. </span></div><br /><div align="left">When we adopt Maggie I would sit at Breakfast at our hotel and look around at all the children with their new families being adopted. I kept thinking there is not one child who would say "Well if you can't put me in private school, or pay for college, or give me my own bedroom then forget it I would rather be an orphan". In an orphans world that sounds ridiculous but in safe little Williamson county we call it being reasonable. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">In China our Maggie wasn't being raised in material wealth. But She was being raised in a wealth of love. It is so evident in her pesonality, security, and self esteem. Below are photos of her house of love. Doesn't look like much. Just a good reminder of what it takes to raise up a child that will one day call Jesus Lord and Saviour. There are so many children that need a home please consider praying if God is calling your family to adopt.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537598865102802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir49NoLxti_o0ic21CKHxiuVI8TRpKk_NBT020X0J50KAmKGqdNGLOIzn-zII7L85fWbwOaTw5OCVg9Z893kPA04JDsyWRiFz3NOdPWue2Svr6b0wtgsxnnLXq_wLjNSpSaLolMz2xoGDy/s320/Guiyang+220.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kitchen</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537278392777170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYnmCma6pfhwykf62G8VzsC7ZJgncSdJcOmQvz6f02VwNya_kIWsrjHJQi6gsvvjwZjV2ZoWaX1ur-eWBo1LZqt8dRzAYAj5Zl6RGuDG9t0hK9d3MImS30bAcvUfO97NkVQziB6cPxdQb/s320/Guiyang+217.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Bedroom for 4</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537265822213042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPY6ncDmQCkShTP760VoNuxbx-49BjH71GjMQZoGMbOPDgX3iIVSGCcymFwEQSxSAM1ppFYQgJWevODDx4M91xn0_lGpZxYuCziHjAxCK_PM0i0Tf7eR-_lmtrawu22rexlDccmmiqhE9/s320/Guiyang+215.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Den</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537260632425346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7PouRIwrXSItH2AJPoNBt7kXGaNCHytr0yaDRKGFnIVqyMHlO55SeeIIJJeHdvsIyQn_Uuq_u_zzIz9B5rM8rX7HBQ8tQmMYuVqqNcdJvotrXdZlD04DGle99ejfuncTj00piRbOKHkZ/s320/Guiyang+193.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">No fancy dryers here</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537258101861106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5ZqUIRT7gtkPEq4CE9Fq7BBROm0cpkc1xPH9DQo5LnRW-nS0pRCGTPrTeYIhWPttYVFsQqN2wznREH6DkQy1yaOXoyKHqLNkILGo4yGfVTRU2RJwOHMyKnqr1wQ-jujqyTnQMa84rapY/s320/Guiyang+189.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">A Yard to play in that requires a wonderful imagination due to lack of toys</span><br /><div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558537255338848898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNNHfq2_lNlOFN6OgCYtgczlSdlLViKATXApBJHsgPxRY_0rNBwacATVhTh7Ed8vgv7zm2Tx8vDftS2v3887v78PAYf5YRA-bWvz8EABGMi8AaWuQQqCHcIxpiO3dxPMlIV5fzOX1uEAa/s320/Guiyang+167.jpg" /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Results are in the next photo. 2 orphans lives forever changed because the Father comes first in this amazing community in Ch...</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558551144084946658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLlgD811wHXSSxNebt0R1luUG0RGJUMKnC_5Wi04_hI0EnBzOX7_ZLKKMq4sUl8WJv_CpDxaKB_7ZQn9cUkVGZ2_0sm55-WfBujKGNhzEX6n8gCmyaA4E4dlbDsn-40KQeWP6GuG4R8Rw/s320/1488552-R1-004-0A.jpg" /><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-33759934562829766002011-01-02T20:09:00.000-08:002011-01-02T20:36:17.675-08:00<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">We have done a bad job of taking photos since coming. Don't know if that is cause it is #4 or it has been busy during the holidays. People have asked about Maggie. I have to say she has done better than we expected. She is sharing a room with C and doing well. She fusses for a minute or 2 when we first tell her time for bed but settles down quickly. She loves dolls and playing kitchen. She also loves playing with her sister. Whenever the phone rings she tells me to answer and she also instructs me to put on my seatbelt when we get in the car. Tomorrow we start back to our regular routine and I am ready. Not sure what she will think when her brothers go to school tomorrow and her sister goes later in the week.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">I think of her foster family often. I know that must wonder how she is doing and worry about her. I wish I could give them a snapshot and glimpse as to how she is doing. She is doing well because of them. More on that later. Want to leave you with one thought and something I read on another blog- see below.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557813474946430114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP9uBLQjcPrlZIfO2Vs902-tqkt2oFfNM8TQWg1R4LVoDVJGrsn651AXLuZ8mzt37V3jvm4bN4ODV_h-9D4bGFiAkc2tZCP_ppjEmtZQLSFLHzlEGi_MJk7AzWxPdc_FQJYhrFN1AFoX2/s400/shapeimage_2.jpg" /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jaIPGDYUonZrI18sKDDOphM2InkhC6XMIG9xdWR-qJXQFT0Y8uCjF_dZi6mHg1WayydvXTBa8LigTVoFHbyzPsXsfF3lye9Z5vB-NsCgjLjR4kdUoYckkZFQr3FyuWGPOZSiFplETFau/s1600/DSC_2471.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557810849989897906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jaIPGDYUonZrI18sKDDOphM2InkhC6XMIG9xdWR-qJXQFT0Y8uCjF_dZi6mHg1WayydvXTBa8LigTVoFHbyzPsXsfF3lye9Z5vB-NsCgjLjR4kdUoYckkZFQr3FyuWGPOZSiFplETFau/s320/DSC_2471.JPG" /></a> Seeing his baby turtle<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ9NDc6m1sT5romenS5HT77jBaqny09J9vgue_EUG5n2xSN2NX-tcfHiZhVPuMwoWj3y5zHThYkFBCLnnUoXt49I5Z3Tcwx7RfWlgqRgwn2bp9DpiIS3tujegtio0pAxyfh_Vjv-mCg4h/s1600/DSC_2470.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557810843610559186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ9NDc6m1sT5romenS5HT77jBaqny09J9vgue_EUG5n2xSN2NX-tcfHiZhVPuMwoWj3y5zHThYkFBCLnnUoXt49I5Z3Tcwx7RfWlgqRgwn2bp9DpiIS3tujegtio0pAxyfh_Vjv-mCg4h/s320/DSC_2470.JPG" /></a> Really shocked that there is a baby turtle<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dH6GuPF_BvD1ZY7SE9byf71MMK4q1RZNGgA9r2GoTw11JWNAS1ZhduBiSU3fOFLAiXBbyaWwL2j4zrvsZuvdo-HHNy4rRbWQ0Kn-C2RYbv4oMl97ph6mv83eyykfRVTfgjtEWp8oQHO1/s1600/DSC_2438_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809933379812210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dH6GuPF_BvD1ZY7SE9byf71MMK4q1RZNGgA9r2GoTw11JWNAS1ZhduBiSU3fOFLAiXBbyaWwL2j4zrvsZuvdo-HHNy4rRbWQ0Kn-C2RYbv4oMl97ph6mv83eyykfRVTfgjtEWp8oQHO1/s320/DSC_2438_edited-1.JPG" /></a> Maggie understands presents<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswfkUZkNMJjbRLMm6eX-u-cN26xStUnj8gQEteXDRvihFjFolnyNu4ZYuqHBJyy5iKhKSlSIfWceHGJjwe4AMDW3k2ioulaljKVsvZjisJSCsTsR4KH5RObdwUtQrHv0C9G04-SI9TsyT/s1600/DSC_2421_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809926244080594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswfkUZkNMJjbRLMm6eX-u-cN26xStUnj8gQEteXDRvihFjFolnyNu4ZYuqHBJyy5iKhKSlSIfWceHGJjwe4AMDW3k2ioulaljKVsvZjisJSCsTsR4KH5RObdwUtQrHv0C9G04-SI9TsyT/s320/DSC_2421_edited-1.JPG" /></a> He is all about crystals/rocks<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuMCaajIia6mlNhgHmsY9dJDKsYYrhhMHImmY5aFqkpC7oygN9ZGVefd90Tskks1Zc49BkxttFEQjvZvcMZTJyNlSS_UPrTtqKACrSBt7ZmvMTwnYvMuv05Hk6KVKT3n2UFGklnAqir_l/s1600/DSC_2409_edited-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809920223733938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuMCaajIia6mlNhgHmsY9dJDKsYYrhhMHImmY5aFqkpC7oygN9ZGVefd90Tskks1Zc49BkxttFEQjvZvcMZTJyNlSS_UPrTtqKACrSBt7ZmvMTwnYvMuv05Hk6KVKT3n2UFGklnAqir_l/s320/DSC_2409_edited-1.JPG" /></a> Corinne wants to sew like her mama<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWUoD90Az9mbEwwupTh3LUmnceaRqVuyRvUnltkv8VDcB5XFL-q2xd3ntfNtG6vMqRLzItOQrb3aDW70UdQJKCABPB8GZFMc1wMw2ZwDWUdyxIFOL5sfVLqsp7bH4dtO6O0yTgbKtcxxL/s1600/DSC_2391.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809919632179842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWUoD90Az9mbEwwupTh3LUmnceaRqVuyRvUnltkv8VDcB5XFL-q2xd3ntfNtG6vMqRLzItOQrb3aDW70UdQJKCABPB8GZFMc1wMw2ZwDWUdyxIFOL5sfVLqsp7bH4dtO6O0yTgbKtcxxL/s320/DSC_2391.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYsorA9Xt0FO9G6bmOXxHST4ywLCJzvoTjmLs5TNHpFQU552FgwobN2dZWCVlZJb7FkdZdE8P4PURgN9sgA-6flxXr6guXfyEr5pA1upufwR4bqMuzrLNGf7ZOT4qce-CmUJ3UlPc38dE/s1600/DSC_2528.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809914265610466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYsorA9Xt0FO9G6bmOXxHST4ywLCJzvoTjmLs5TNHpFQU552FgwobN2dZWCVlZJb7FkdZdE8P4PURgN9sgA-6flxXr6guXfyEr5pA1upufwR4bqMuzrLNGf7ZOT4qce-CmUJ3UlPc38dE/s320/DSC_2528.JPG" /></a> Still enjoying noodles</div></div></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-16813457362327283432010-12-18T13:40:00.000-08:002011-01-07T08:35:17.590-08:00LiTao's PostI seem to have been taken in by a family from a nomadic group of Chinese about which I was previously unaware. They don't seem to settle in one place too long and like to graze hotel all you can eat buffets. I was well prepared for my very own, brand new family, but I have to admit I thought they were going to move in with us. I was really sad at first. I really miss my foster grandmother a lot, and the rest of my family, but I'm hoping we'll visit soon. <br /><br />I'm still sad, but things aren't too bad with these folks. They like to buy me things, and give me all sorts of treats that my foster grandmother wouldn't let me have. Candy, ice cream, sweet milky drinks that I still don't know what they're called, more candy and so on. As a matter of a fact, these people do a lot of eating. I'd worry about my waistline, but they're making sure I walk it off. In the past two weeks, I've walked enough to circle all of China at least once. I've learned that all I have to do is stand in front of my new mom and act like I'm about to cry, and she'll pick me up...but she insists on carrying me in her arms. Doesn't she know I'm easier to carry strapped to her back? Her choice, I guess.<br /><br />Their Chinese is getting a little better, but we still have a lot of communication problems. I'm patient though, and hopeful that they'll get the hang of it soon. My mom has a few phrases that she utters. I think she really thinks she is talking to me. I appreciate her effort, and sort of nod, when she gets close. I talk all the time, thinking that they'll pick it up soon.<br /><br />They've taken me to what must be a very rural area. We were on a plane for a long time, so it must be in the far corners of China. When we were driving to the hotel, I saw almost no other cars on the street, maybe only a couple hundred. And people...where are the people? The sidewalks are nearly bare of people. And the sky...where is the sky? They've got some odd blue haze covering the sky here. I hope it's not toxic. <br /><br />I've met my other brother and sister. Their Chinese is much worse but we all speak the international language of "play". We played all morning today and had tons of fun. They must be joining us on our journey now. I hope so. It's nice to have traveling partners. The more the merrier. They also keep talking about a person named "Maggie". Maybe we'll meet her soon. <br /><br />I really like this hotel though and hope we can stay awhile. It's much larger than the others. There are all sorts of plants outside, but they don't eat any of them. And the toys...there are toys all over the place. I need to remember this place. Maybe they do birthday parties. Oh, and they don't boil the water here. I freaked out a bit when they brushed my teeth with tap water, but so far, so good. My stomach is still intact.<br /><br />It's really cold here too...must be Northern China. Still, they don't bundle me up in all those cloths that me and the other kids in my old neighborhood were forced to wear by our grandparents...why did they do that to us? I mean, it's 21 degrees Celsius outside; beautiful fall afternoon, and I've got three sweaters on over my long underwear and under a snow suit. Can't they see I'm sweating?<br /><br />Tao Taobabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-55272294272957398512010-12-16T18:37:00.000-08:002010-12-16T18:42:03.367-08:00flightWE got to the Marriott in Hong Kong a little after midnight last night. It is now 10:35am Hong Kong time and we are waiting to board our 11:40 flight to Newark. Maggie is doing great. Going to Brook alot more and allowing him to carry her when my arms are give out. She still doesn't like him to put her shoes on. Please pray for good weather in Newark and Nashville so there will be no flight delays. We will make a post once home our homecoming and recommendations on lodging, stuff to do and what to bring and not bring. I will say that the Garden Hotel was the best hotel. I would be my first choice above the other common places like the White Swan, China Hotel (marriott) and the Victory. Will go into the why's later.babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-71818818455012248732010-12-15T06:02:00.000-08:002010-12-15T06:39:46.396-08:00Here's what we want to do when we get homeStefanie: She wants to take a bath in water that she knows isn't contaminated. She wants to drink a glass of wine that she's heard of and isn't made in China. She then wants to eat a hamburger. Before she goes to bed, she wants to brush her teeth with running water.<br /><br />Brook: He wants to sit in the chair in his bedroom with a beer by his side and watch football...doesn't matter who, just American football. During commercials, he wants to flip among TV stations that are in English. At halftime, he wants to wander into his backyard, maybe the garage, and piddle.<br /><br />Graham: Misses nothing and would like to bring Nashville to China. Assuming he could somehow import his toys and, in particularly, his Wii...then he'd be cool here. Oh, he'd like to play with his brother and sister too.babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-13451152421497674512010-12-15T04:47:00.000-08:002010-12-15T05:58:11.565-08:00We leave tomorrow!! Can't wait. Emotionally, I'm out of here. Really, as I was thinking about it earlier tonight, I was pretty close to miserable at the end of our Guiyang portion of the trip, but Guangzhou has been nice. Nice city, nice hotel, nice people, and we're getting along nicely with Maggie. Still, I miss Davis and Corinne and I can't wait to see them in person rather than a computer screen. I can't wait to pick them up and hug on them, and give them a big kiss. I can't wait to play little jokes on them when they aren't expecting it. I can't wait to give them little treats to make them happy. I can't wait to love on them.<br /><br />Really, I don't know how Maggie is going to do when we touch down in Nashville. I think she is pretty well accepting us as parents. I think her foster grandparents prepared her for us pretty well, and I also think it's her personality. However, in Guiyang, I think she grieved, in part, because I think she was expecting us to move in with her foster Grandparents...there was room on the floor. Now, I think she is expecting us to go to the airport to pick up Davis and Corinne to move into this hotel room with us any day now. She's going to be shocked when we touch down and she's suddenly in the minority.<br /><br />That said...I actually think she is going to do pretty good. She's got a strong personality. Graham having been here is turning out to be more important than I thought it would. I think he'll be the link to Corinne and Davis, and she is going to love to play with them, and them with her. She'll learn to love them, and the rest of us, later.<br /><br />To the rest of you adults...it will come a little later, but your going to like her and we can't wait for you to meet her...now to bed...packing tomorrow and can't wait.<br /><br />Brook<br /><br />Maggie is talking away in this video. Just wish we knew what she was saying<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbHgtiFJXJo?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbHgtiFJXJo?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-65307075745501462162010-12-14T21:40:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:15:01.383-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhagz6wW7CKS8kpR8I_3hzNIDLX3tpWJHjZjXsU5GfyxY4LAkwpjQer33lk67YTFffRCAcrCsS5Lthqggw4Sw7MXXk4HHZMJtEVv9c9CDDTRn8uPUd8yoiI8hN5SOoqSZj2StSVl77ov3/s1600/Guangzhou+168.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhagz6wW7CKS8kpR8I_3hzNIDLX3tpWJHjZjXsU5GfyxY4LAkwpjQer33lk67YTFffRCAcrCsS5Lthqggw4Sw7MXXk4HHZMJtEVv9c9CDDTRn8uPUd8yoiI8hN5SOoqSZj2StSVl77ov3/s320/Guangzhou+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550781211461943474" border="0" /></a>Bedtime bottle. 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All these turtles are waiting to be someone's dinner<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9YToY4gGyexG4Uc4LP0xOgLEC3ia__EmWqM1Cx6Jt4jOIkPgcDKBX9-FZOaQyAcBLbIiA5aQeEwVPjiHcXGdB34T4Chio8KqL8E-t85-fX2nuiOljDmo678xe24fpvVTxFqChzeJDL4f/s1600/Guangzhou+135.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9YToY4gGyexG4Uc4LP0xOgLEC3ia__EmWqM1Cx6Jt4jOIkPgcDKBX9-FZOaQyAcBLbIiA5aQeEwVPjiHcXGdB34T4Chio8KqL8E-t85-fX2nuiOljDmo678xe24fpvVTxFqChzeJDL4f/s320/Guangzhou+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550780473430327378" border="0" /></a>Maggie loves food, she even snacks on the potty. Here she is having a little dried mango<br /></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-90671084098789834462010-12-14T05:07:00.000-08:002010-12-14T05:12:17.548-08:00Graham's Blog<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:splitpgbreakandparamark/> <w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/> <w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/> 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mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Today was one of our best days, probably our best.<span style=""> </span>The first thing that we did was get ready and go down to breakfast.<span style=""> </span>Maggie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn</span>’t do so well at that.<span style=""> </span>After that, we went outside to walk around the street then we went to a tea shop and we tried all different types of tea, then we bought tea.<span style=""> </span>Then after that we went back to the hotel and met our guide Aron and went to the US Consulate office for an hour and I had to do school work.<span style=""> </span>Then we came back to the hotel to order our dinner of fried rice.<span style=""> </span>Then we went out to the street again to go look at restaurants to eat at.<span style=""> </span>We went to a restaurant and I ordered cake.<span style=""> </span>I shared part of the cake with Maggie.<span style=""> </span>A lady brought out bread sticks that me and Maggie ate.<span style=""> </span>Three bread sticks that we ate, I had a side, and Maggie had a side and then we ate it down until we were really close to each other and then I gave it to Maggie to finish.<span style=""> </span>When we were leaving, Maggie gave us all a kiss.<span style=""> </span>Then we went down the street to look at other restaurants and then we went back to our hotel.<span style=""> </span>In the hotel, me and Maggie slept in a bed together for maybe 6 minutes while I fed her a bottle.<span style=""> </span>After that, we put Maggie in a crib and she did a lot better than she did a lot of other nights.<span style=""> </span>Then I got in my bed to do some dot to dots, but then mom and dad said I had to get up here and write what I’m writing now. <span style=""> </span>When Maggie gave me a kiss and I was able to give her a bottle, it made me feel good.<span style=""> </span>I wish she could have slept with me tonight and hope that she can sleep with me one day soon.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Graham</p>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-83631653059486955502010-12-14T04:04:00.000-08:002010-12-14T05:58:58.940-08:00Consulate appointment...big steps with Maggie......we think...or hope...or pray. As I type, Maggie is lying in bed with Graham, all cuddled up as Graham feeds her a baby bottle with juice. Now mind you, she's turned a bottle away the past few nights because she didn't want to go to bed, and Graham and Maggie were "rough housing"...big time, just 5 minutes ago so maybe she's playing coy so as not to go to her crib...but still, she's doing it.<br /><br />See, every other day, she's real good with us in the morning, and a little more distant in the evening...other than "rough house" time. With me, for instance, she'll let me be close in the early part of the day, even reach out for me at times. However, later in the day she starts pushing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boundaries</span>, and is generally...well, a 2.5 year old adopted child...think my description of the night on the cruise. Tonight, she was still 2.5, but, for at least tonight, she wasn't so "adopted" behaving. <br /><br />Oh, we all got our first kiss today. Mine was leaving the consulate. I think I was first...but, I'm pretty sure it was by mistake. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stef</span></span> was holding her as we went down an escalator a step ahead...and below me...and I kissed the top of her head...she turned around laughing...she laughs at almost everything...and kissed my belly. Hey, it's a start.<br /><br />Tonight, we were just sick of eating. Seems we're always planning the next meal. We ordered in a simple...aka cheap...fried rice for the kids and peeled a few oranges for them that we bought from a local fruit vendor. Then, we went out walking. We stopped at, of all places, a little Italian place and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Stef</span></span> and I shared a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bruchetta</span></span> and the kids split a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tirimisu</span></span>. Everyone was happy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Stef</span></span> started asking Maggie for a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ching</span></span>". She went to kiss Graham, but he got bashful and it didn't happen. Then, she walked around the table and actually kissed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Stef</span></span> on the cheek. As we left, she kissed Graham, and finally got her guts up and kissed me...it really was more of a "mush her face into my cheek while laughing" kind of thing...but I'll take what I can get.<br /><br />Oh...they just finished the bottle. Maggie rolled over to go to sleep with Graham. Graham whispered, "how about a little more juice". Maggie burped. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Stef</span></span> moved Maggie to the crib.<br /><br />The visit to the US consulate sort of reminded me of the visit to the medical clinic, but in a better way. I was sad seeing all those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">despondent</span> kids...and parents who were either wide eyed or still in denial. Again today, I saw all sorts of kids, with all sorts of terrible stories. I overheard a grandfather tell about his new grandson. The child is 10, and he's deaf. He was abandoned at a railroad station when he was 6, then spent the next 4 years in an orphanage. For a moment, for those of you with kids, imagine one of your kids living that life. He was adopted this week by this man's daughter and son in law, also deaf. He said that the child has some real problems. Go figure. I don't know what they are...I didn't hear all the details, and adoptive families don't always need to give all the details...but we all sort of know what their talking about. The child has been hurt..not hurt, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">traumatized</span>. Maybe even for the rest of his life. His story, just the bit I know, is heartbreaking. I'm sure if I knew the details, I'd cry.<br /><br />Today, however, I felt excited. With each child was a set of really great parents. I was in a room with people who were willing to not just support these kids, but bring them into their home and give them the rights and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">privileges</span> of being called "Smith" or "Jones". We've got it pretty easy this time, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Stef</span> and I. Maggie...knock on wood...seems pretty O.K. I'm sure we'll hit rough times, but many of these kids are really fighting their parents right now...or will later, but their parents are bringing them into their families anyway. I helps me understand what it means to be adopted into my Fathers family despite my fighting and pushing back.<br /><br />A couple notes about Maggie. We hit the 7-11 and bought everyone some treats. The big hit was a chocolate thing, that had a coconut thing on the inside. Maggie loved them. More than she wanted to shove the whole bag into her mouth, she wanted to share those little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">morsels</span> of goodness with her brother. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">laughs</span> when she "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">poots</span></span>" on the toilet. She will talk to herself...or maybe she's talking to us...we don't know, when she pretend plays. We took a great video of her doing this and we'll get it up later...no way we'll pull this off tonight. It's cute...and kind of long. When I carry her, sometimes I start telling her that she is a sassy little girl...I can do this because 1) she is, and 2) she has no idea what I'm saying....or maybe she does because she will point her finger in my face and start giving me the "what for" in Chinese. I'd probably be totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">embarrassed</span> if I actually knew what she was saying...the locals are probably looking at me and saying "I can't believe those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Americans</span> don't reprimand their children". She said her first English word today..."woman". Graham calls her woman when they play rough...tonight, she started saying it back. When she plays by herself, she sings. I always kind of thought they were sweet little children's songs...maybe even a Chinese version of Jesus Loves Me. Found out today that she's singing the Chinese equivalent of the Barney intro song. Oh well. That's it for now.<br /><br />Brookbabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-71363825871817814992010-12-13T06:18:00.000-08:002010-12-13T07:05:36.360-08:00This is going to be a quick post...I think. We're late getting to the computer, and really, need to go to bed. Fortunately, we already put a few pictures up...though there wasn't much as today was kind of a bum around town day. We went to a pedestrian mall. I couldn't figure out why it was so packed, and I mean packed, with working age people on a Monday morning. The guide assured me that they were tourists, as this was a "famous Chinese pedestrian mall". I guess. Didn't buy much as they don't market a lot of cloths to people my size in China. <br /><br />It was pretty hot today, and terribly muggy. It was hard to think that Christmas was near, and hard to comprehend a "snow storm" back in Tennessee. Once we were ready to head home, Maggie was hungry...and when Maggie is hungry, you better feed her our your going to hear about it. We hit one of those roadside stands that serves mystery meat on a stick (it was chicken...but mystery meat sounds better). She woofed down two, and was mad that Graham and I ate the third and fourth that came with the order. They were greasy, and the grease was that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">orangey</span> yellow kind of grease that is full of curry, or some similar spice and stains every thing it comes in contact with...and it came in contact with a lot when Maggie was eating it. Mix that with a slight glaze of sweat, and you've got a pretty rough looking kid.<br /><br />After her nap, we took her to a little play area at the hotel. She and Graham ran around for about 30 to 45 minutes. It took about 5 for her hair to be drenched with sweat. She was all over the place. I think I said it last night, but she is just a kid that loves life, and loves to have fun. Sure, she's a little loud...but it's all fun. Probably, it was her first time on a slide. She hesitated a bit, but took to the little slide pretty quickly. Then, she went to the spiral slide. She hesitated slightly, and wanted my hand to get started...but then it was "game on". Not a lot of fear in this little one. She even tried to climb off the open side of the platform at the top of the slide...in China, they must not have lawyers like we have at home or else there would never be openings at the top of slides that sit 5 feet above a sharp rock ledge that little kids could bash heads on...I was quick to stop her, and she just couldn't figure out why it was a bad idea. <br /><br />Once <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Stef</span> and I determined the fun was over, we head to eat. She runs into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurant</span> with a head full of wet hair, residual curry grease on her chin, a giant smile less one front tooth, a deep belly laugh, a lot of people staring at her but a lot of life and a couple parents who feel like their just on for a ride and a brother who thinks it's all GREAT. She has hot tea and teaches us how to eat noodles with chop sticks. I wish, I had the camera tonight at dinner. Sort of a duh statement, but she's so Chinese...she held the bowl of noodles to her mouth with one hand while the other wielded chopsticks that manically worked a steady stream of noodles from bowl to mouth. She was in her element...oh, and her eyes were on the center of the table where the rest of us were dishing out our portions of noodles, rice and beef. She was choking food down to make sure she got her fair share of the food on the table...even standing, pointing and talking wildly to make sure we knew that the last portion of fried rice was HERS.<br /><br />I really think she's going to be great....and I mean this in a couple of ways. First, she's so much fun. She's rowdy, but sweet at the same time. I want to say innocent...but she's a bit of a pistol too, so I'm not sure that word fits. She will be sassy, but then turn around and give you a sly little laugh to show you that she's also kind of joking around...unless she thinks she can get away with it. Secondly, I think she seems like shes going to be pretty good mentally. For those of you with adopted kids, you know what I'm talking about. She was in foster care from the time she was a couple days old, and she really, really attached to these people. I think they were great parents and she really didn't go through some of the disruptions that so many other kids go through. Sure, she's grieving the loss, but that is such a good thing, in the long run. We sort of know the signs, and we aren't seeing them in her now...though we're not so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">naive </span>to think that they won't poke to the surface at some point. I think she's going to attach to us just fine eventually...and I pray to God that this be the case.<br /><br />Brookbabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-55114504010319451092010-12-13T04:45:00.000-08:002010-12-13T05:08:23.076-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQfheQs3kmUajL5bENuFOZP6VtHDVdQLgV1gRRJuvsburURxoCLj87smPFgDmTIZuFciPcP0Hq98l3JwtfKsi4EpGcQJ9gscHGhdHHO6P7K7xWuymM056_EskHqv3MpHEStDDFATQoDN9/s1600/Guangzhou+121.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQfheQs3kmUajL5bENuFOZP6VtHDVdQLgV1gRRJuvsburURxoCLj87smPFgDmTIZuFciPcP0Hq98l3JwtfKsi4EpGcQJ9gscHGhdHHO6P7K7xWuymM056_EskHqv3MpHEStDDFATQoDN9/s320/Guangzhou+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550149115250105746" border="0" /></a>Nothing like some street food in Mom's lap<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvGUX19Jl7yJHVeG-i_HjddLQIWuOKxjtPru6ssIQcrLpCvDoAhcU0uGPZPF_Fre7UMALORGdvBSaqvevCIaX41aXr775iZgzJXHBNcrqxneBxsNBp0dH72-Q_-E7McOCzkfxabFDhcia/s1600/Guangzhou+118.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvGUX19Jl7yJHVeG-i_HjddLQIWuOKxjtPru6ssIQcrLpCvDoAhcU0uGPZPF_Fre7UMALORGdvBSaqvevCIaX41aXr775iZgzJXHBNcrqxneBxsNBp0dH72-Q_-E7McOCzkfxabFDhcia/s320/Guangzhou+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550149100205370114" border="0" /></a>We tried to get a close up to show just how greasy she was...picture just didn't do it<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLacrJ8bC8ia25LRN06gnx252HrXMMl8aKOYvSczYMOzp3aro7Rfp75xlHjdZ-J8f3wWzgYWEoIvEXCtCS9Q3WL4SxBUA3kxSk9PXrRD_Wn8-dQwPq_rf9x_eyviPTaNpxp2xWGqCP6YUs/s1600/Guangzhou+115.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLacrJ8bC8ia25LRN06gnx252HrXMMl8aKOYvSczYMOzp3aro7Rfp75xlHjdZ-J8f3wWzgYWEoIvEXCtCS9Q3WL4SxBUA3kxSk9PXrRD_Wn8-dQwPq_rf9x_eyviPTaNpxp2xWGqCP6YUs/s320/Guangzhou+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550149094802983362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This was the moment we slowed her down long enough to take a picture<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjJ09AUzK8rTvGe-Ij7MU_WeOMFIyqg_QGKCXzujRFRE0hlSLzV44jpo-TheIqVzlzBhOqwDGLRTJCx9Gf7XSE2eTGqsi8MYnXn6T7jbHv4_-fUDuq9g3m3bTJ-Ck07SIX9diKs8hxXXr/s1600/Guangzhou+108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjJ09AUzK8rTvGe-Ij7MU_WeOMFIyqg_QGKCXzujRFRE0hlSLzV44jpo-TheIqVzlzBhOqwDGLRTJCx9Gf7XSE2eTGqsi8MYnXn6T7jbHv4_-fUDuq9g3m3bTJ-Ck07SIX9diKs8hxXXr/s320/Guangzhou+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550149087910723458" border="0" /></a>Well, looks like there will be a third kid who hides behind the green chair in our bedroom to chew all their mothers gum...Corinne, Davis...you know what I'm talking about...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLPYalhfxxTEEOfniQt5C_F9o-sC95aIsVKZo2ZkmQLyaNKCoDbKN7mEIFmrnXZBiUaXrrqZ1NCiTmvH21Sr7j4ZuuSjjhw2nWWahjaq_Rfy6nCTRsHaeTW_jx6MFKBC2au-Q2K6maTvP/s1600/Guangzhou+106.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLPYalhfxxTEEOfniQt5C_F9o-sC95aIsVKZo2ZkmQLyaNKCoDbKN7mEIFmrnXZBiUaXrrqZ1NCiTmvH21Sr7j4ZuuSjjhw2nWWahjaq_Rfy6nCTRsHaeTW_jx6MFKBC2au-Q2K6maTvP/s320/Guangzhou+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550149079305143682" border="0" /></a>The Chinese love to pose<br /></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-66853201436103534542010-12-12T15:36:00.000-08:002010-12-12T15:39:41.687-08:00Here is a video of Maggie pointing to each family member and calling them by name. She had gone to the couch and pulled out her book and was looking at it talking about each family member. I was a little late in getting the camera on her so I had to get her to reengage in the book. She thinks it is funny when I point to a family member and call them by the wrong name.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yhwln5ay1XY?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yhwln5ay1XY?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-62845090653964480502010-12-12T05:31:00.000-08:002010-12-12T07:02:19.206-08:00The zoo, the cruise and moreToday started with a rush. We overslept...way overslept. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stef</span> woke up and said, "I think it's a quarter till nine". We were supposed to meet our guide at 10 after eating at the breakfast buffet that also closed at 10. I couldn't believe we slept so late. We never sleep anywhere close to that late. Maggie even tends to get up around 6 or so. I guess we've been running ourselves ragged, and needed to catch up. I admit, last night we were all on edge. Must have been lack of sleep. Advice to those who will make this trip...take a nap once or twice when your kid does. I know, you won't think you need it...neither did we. I'll call for a wake up call tomorrow morning as soon as I'm done with this post.<br /><br />I didn't take a poll or anything, but I think we all enjoyed the zoo. Like I said last night, there are all sorts of cool things to see and do...I mean, your in China...but you've got a 2.5 year old with you that you adopted a couple days prior. They kind of slow you down. Some places are good places to go with them, some aren't. The zoo is a good place. First...it's a zoo, and as long as the good animals show up...and by that I mean the elephants, tigers, hippo's, etc...not the goats, birds, gophers or other small mammals...you've got a good outing. They did for us, and we got to see them close up...so close up it seemed staged...even the tigers got into a roaring contest with each other. I couldn't imagine how intimidating that would be if you heard it on the plains of Africa at night. Pretty cool in a zoo in China though. It is also a place where the kids can run a bit, be loud and generally burn some energy. Maggie seemed to like it too. She really liked looking at the animals...and running, being loud and burning energy...which she has in bucket fulls.<br /><br />Tonight, we did the Pearl river dinner cruise. This is not a good place for kids to run, be loud and burn energy...unless you want to really irritate the other guests and risk jumping overboard to save a kid who can't swim. Maggie apparently didn't get the memo. Note to families...the cruise really, is pretty...well, pretty. It is pretty, cruising up the river and looking at all the neon lights of the city. For a moment, you forget the smog and haze that seems to settle over China permanently, and all you see are the bright lights cast against the night's black sky. The dinner is slightly below average...I mean, your going to eat it, but it's nothing to write home about...wait...I just did that. Also, it's a buffet for maybe a hundred people, and it's set in a really tiny horseshoe arrangement, and once the food is set, it's a free for all. The locals descend on the food like vultures to a dead horse. I was a bit intimidated...then I felt challenged and I began to nudge a bit thinking my family isn't going to eat...ok, I was really worried about myself. Then everyone gets their food, and guess what...they bring out all sorts of other dishes. Just crazy, in my way of thinking anyway. Almost lost a hand to a little Chinese kid, probably 12 years old...but I showed him who was boss and got my fried rice before he did...hope his dad wasn't watching.<br /><br />Maggie decided that she needed to stick to desserts, and threw a bit of a fit when we told her that the 3rd trip the the dessert table wasn't necessary. You see, you're in charge of parenting a child who doesn't recognize you as a parent...doesn't understand you...and is in a developmental stage where they are testing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">boundaries</span>, and maybe even seeing if they can convince us to let her stay with someone a little better and of her choosing. Put that together with a generally rambunctious kid, and you suddenly have a...well, long cruise. She then wanted to run up stairs and down stairs...up the length of the deck, and down the length of the deck. Oh, and she refused to hold my hand on the steps...which were wet and overlooked a inky river. She was going to do it her way, or else....I was patient for a while...but eventually I took away her control. I picked her up and found a quite area on the boat where she could cry...and scream. I felt good...just being honest...I had regained some control. I'd skip the dinner cruise if I did it again.<br /><br />Maggie is a lot of fun. She seems to be a kid who enjoys life. Sure, she gets sad, really sad. And she gets mad, really mad. But she gets over it pretty quickly, and then she's got that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mischievous</span> smile on her face again....she's looking for a good time. She's reaching over the car seat to tickle my shoulder and bursting out laughing when I turn around and make a funny face...she's reaching for her brother to try to start "something"...anything to have some fun. And she's tough...and fearless. I mean, why walk on the sidewalk, when you can walk on the <span style="font-style: italic;">raised edge</span> of the sidewalk. Fall and bump your head...hey, no big deal. Just go a little faster next time.<br /><br />She plays sweet too, I don't want to make her out too bad. She loves her tea set and play dough. She plays pretend well...she'll roll the play dough into little green dumplings, put them in a cup, swirl them around with her spoon, dish them out and "eats" them for a mid afternoon snack. She'll share too. I've eaten her dumplings, and washed them down with her tea. She thinks it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hilarious</span>. She plays great like this for a long time. I bet she and Corinne will play with Corinne's kitchen in their bedroom a lot.<br /><br />We're all getting along better and better too. Again...I'm a distant third in the batting order, and probably will be for a while, though I'm making up ground. This morning, she warmed up to me much faster than before. She was reaching out to me and touching me affectionately, and she's not done this before....the hit she tried to deliver later was the yen, to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">affectionate</span> touches yang, I guess. I think she realizes she's falling victim to our "spell" and fights back.<br /><br />A couple quick notes...she sleeps with her pink blanket all the time...it was a great gift. She'll have her TB test read tomorrow, and according to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Stef's</span> professional opinion, it's negative. The air here is horrendous. Beijing and Guangzhou have been a little better than Guiyang, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Stef</span> and I have been dealing with bad allergy and sinus problems and we don't usually have those problems that bad. We've done OK at the local pharmacies, but if your inclined to those problems (Eve...we're thinking of your kids) you better come over prepared. Let's see...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Stef</span> probably told me to say a few other things...so maybe check this paragraph later because we might add to it.<br /><br />Oh, and we're putting up a few videos...it just takes forever to get them uploaded. The one up now, we posted just so you can see her play. She has so much fun. In the next video...which will be up later...she started looking at a picture book of all of us, and she was explaining to herself, I guess, who all the people in the picture were...she called me Ba Ba, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Stef</span> Ma Ma, Graham, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Gua</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Gua</span>, Davis, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Gua</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Gua</span>, and Corinne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Je</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Je</span> (probably mispelled the words, but point is she was saying it correctly). It was really cute, she even said it with a bit of conviction...and we really appreciated hearing it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Stef</span> grabbed the camera, and got her to repeat what she was saying.<br /><br />Hey, thanks to all who have helped with Corinne and Davis while we're away. It means a lot to us and you all have gone out of your way...we know it, and we are so thankful.<br /><br />Brook<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-9QxhsIAA2kX-0_8pLhQKmEPZUmPHzpxPftR6YeGFkvoKrm_sXoR-zA49dyuz-vP4iESP5uCaMi8TuFEyttxLjJ582IqGTbPXviFTv77Gz-rw9tAOZJwAD5YfMlvHy_hzQc9hbMnOa6l/s1600/Guangzhou+075.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-9QxhsIAA2kX-0_8pLhQKmEPZUmPHzpxPftR6YeGFkvoKrm_sXoR-zA49dyuz-vP4iESP5uCaMi8TuFEyttxLjJ582IqGTbPXviFTv77Gz-rw9tAOZJwAD5YfMlvHy_hzQc9hbMnOa6l/s320/Guangzhou+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810093821816130" border="0" /></a>How can I get over this railing?<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6H6Z3yrx6uhEIQhKeMy8PcvMBFxs4W67cMclaq4qxOIDCDCsRjbj7XAvGP8IEcKxbJE1ONhWQYIJEFMRvWNEJNZ20V5oOhYwAoxNAwUTzQMykLZDiPT0X1wVgDzK72gE6QlmFTgeXPjs3/s1600/Guangzhou+086.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6H6Z3yrx6uhEIQhKeMy8PcvMBFxs4W67cMclaq4qxOIDCDCsRjbj7XAvGP8IEcKxbJE1ONhWQYIJEFMRvWNEJNZ20V5oOhYwAoxNAwUTzQMykLZDiPT0X1wVgDzK72gE6QlmFTgeXPjs3/s320/Guangzhou+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810084507149826" border="0" /></a>Everyone loves the elephants<br /> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASUciyc5Y0lFe7BhlKrDFmTKnQqo-OnxKmKO7UroFTqIxa2RpZ0ts6sd5EHLFzwWc3L57WcYff1yLPYeCtMY_Yy2MAYY5aBDujIahg6QFOfTpQOhyphenhyphenvKDph1toVxP1WvkidQ7RUSHaSEKP/s1600/Guangzhou+087.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASUciyc5Y0lFe7BhlKrDFmTKnQqo-OnxKmKO7UroFTqIxa2RpZ0ts6sd5EHLFzwWc3L57WcYff1yLPYeCtMY_Yy2MAYY5aBDujIahg6QFOfTpQOhyphenhyphenvKDph1toVxP1WvkidQ7RUSHaSEKP/s320/Guangzhou+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810075411447938" border="0" /></a> I figured out how to get Graham to look at me...not giving away my secrets<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIiO7dsU6U-y7c-sapzJ9zmeFUyJA046T3xvA_9OqelrEMbRGcfyLeHtvD8YIpSK8SbzuZ9LFn7bpVK34ISr62JQRX4KeGEUsHbF5BdQ21OM6LrdCEAfYc6DbOWFMS7dqYVXGcjRMctjn/s1600/Guangzhou+088.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIiO7dsU6U-y7c-sapzJ9zmeFUyJA046T3xvA_9OqelrEMbRGcfyLeHtvD8YIpSK8SbzuZ9LFn7bpVK34ISr62JQRX4KeGEUsHbF5BdQ21OM6LrdCEAfYc6DbOWFMS7dqYVXGcjRMctjn/s320/Guangzhou+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810065431724386" border="0" /></a>Guess I have to take my own pictures<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjHNMaOXkZj0C0jGMc3z7-_e-B4Pb-ctNG_y3ci96GUA-4OKLMBID3-OqwxfOzO2p48v2At32aR_0xbOThs0G_oAqT6zeLeC5gkMDNXeKoUsRxNU72xsGtk_wlZDGXttnXuJoGjTUBQ5D/s1600/Guangzhou+095.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjHNMaOXkZj0C0jGMc3z7-_e-B4Pb-ctNG_y3ci96GUA-4OKLMBID3-OqwxfOzO2p48v2At32aR_0xbOThs0G_oAqT6zeLeC5gkMDNXeKoUsRxNU72xsGtk_wlZDGXttnXuJoGjTUBQ5D/s320/Guangzhou+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810055037147186" border="0" /></a>Even the giraffes stare at us...are we that funny looking?</div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-40201803044624211702010-12-12T04:47:00.000-08:002010-12-12T04:50:36.783-08:00VideoHere is a video of Graham and Maggie playing. We will try to upload 1 more.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBeIRJfUqbc?hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hBeIRJfUqbc?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-6105442394505936232010-12-11T18:36:00.000-08:002010-12-11T21:07:52.553-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkHnqGB_YU5WD3iEzzF0ZD1d-eXewZNqlZEfzkNR4LUgIazhvuN2BDZ0jG5pgCgXDFUELiZrMsZaozZMuKsqlBSaWZOdxI5w2SOSNykPFStWZy0EO8C2uzHoMo_jMntUjc4TvBDXbq-vj/s1600/Guangzhou+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkHnqGB_YU5WD3iEzzF0ZD1d-eXewZNqlZEfzkNR4LUgIazhvuN2BDZ0jG5pgCgXDFUELiZrMsZaozZMuKsqlBSaWZOdxI5w2SOSNykPFStWZy0EO8C2uzHoMo_jMntUjc4TvBDXbq-vj/s320/Guangzhou+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625177727050146" border="0" /></a>Leaving for Guangzhou...we're with a couple other relieved American families<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRy-C1GsFhyphenhyphenthKahlJ9qKA_3zL9QroPfvrFL9JXv3AhocIJMFRAqkiu0uuRcZUz2ZiLmMBfSc9BnlkLk1h-H-IDcrSw6GvnwwH9YS35IyE-6KmgsO_ueO2RtLBQ0VBr7AC7cwJe-QBWb0/s1600/Guangzhou+011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRy-C1GsFhyphenhyphenthKahlJ9qKA_3zL9QroPfvrFL9JXv3AhocIJMFRAqkiu0uuRcZUz2ZiLmMBfSc9BnlkLk1h-H-IDcrSw6GvnwwH9YS35IyE-6KmgsO_ueO2RtLBQ0VBr7AC7cwJe-QBWb0/s320/Guangzhou+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625170611069762" border="0" /></a>Getting the picture taken at the start of the medical exam....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP3uHPKa8ovr8PKbz0f4G-zPiy132qnZJHkHi04GzyKszj7fbY4HT3Fc-u7iM2Rf9iSEmbu7o94yM_UFx2XmNKZxOeGemQTphBh_9UP-omqWzdGBm5AKoqR4LxHUiPAZZb06Zi_98Sci1/s1600/Guangzhou+016.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP3uHPKa8ovr8PKbz0f4G-zPiy132qnZJHkHi04GzyKszj7fbY4HT3Fc-u7iM2Rf9iSEmbu7o94yM_UFx2XmNKZxOeGemQTphBh_9UP-omqWzdGBm5AKoqR4LxHUiPAZZb06Zi_98Sci1/s320/Guangzhou+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549625167031664610" border="0" /></a>...waiting for our turn...not so bad...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5Qg0y9fflbfwzb0JWyx_X5Tqg7ijYRCIqUiIgURwCoWEus8nYWo9VO9Y07KQSP6Ry3yBKQlpYTcW7DZlrZwQp7uw5WQt0W03ddv1xHQsyHuD-Xakwh9kDyaKrb0c_LooBRnhMkk-hd_K/s1600/Guangzhou+017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5Qg0y9fflbfwzb0JWyx_X5Tqg7ijYRCIqUiIgURwCoWEus8nYWo9VO9Y07KQSP6Ry3yBKQlpYTcW7DZlrZwQp7uw5WQt0W03ddv1xHQsyHuD-Xakwh9kDyaKrb0c_LooBRnhMkk-hd_K/s320/Guangzhou+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549623712476815330" border="0" /></a>Graham never new anything was going on<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzAHKmKy0DTsx-nv7oFU13hIXudLqJrnifrgO1xWB5oXAMvIkxBF6XVAtofih-Con0MKaSwXB1jKpdN_rHU9LWcFivoQhRQWBRrXfZbpmLbmxHuovlMPEGIH_1fEO-Xy7brOatyJdwCw6/s1600/Guangzhou+020.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzAHKmKy0DTsx-nv7oFU13hIXudLqJrnifrgO1xWB5oXAMvIkxBF6XVAtofih-Con0MKaSwXB1jKpdN_rHU9LWcFivoQhRQWBRrXfZbpmLbmxHuovlMPEGIH_1fEO-Xy7brOatyJdwCw6/s320/Guangzhou+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549623702540510802" border="0" /></a>So far, so good...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQzasfESEac63xY2wTyw14AV9SZL_fSp-jaxg8UsHqaESsx2_MCvfWeuMzNjKSZ0rALyY6Xxd3496dwsYDi1VlA-eWc7B1ROZsKDJdl5gLt0QoJ5x-pJKBZzWAOS2eOppw2TMzS14OgjW/s1600/Guangzhou+026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQzasfESEac63xY2wTyw14AV9SZL_fSp-jaxg8UsHqaESsx2_MCvfWeuMzNjKSZ0rALyY6Xxd3496dwsYDi1VlA-eWc7B1ROZsKDJdl5gLt0QoJ5x-pJKBZzWAOS2eOppw2TMzS14OgjW/s320/Guangzhou+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549623687218680658" border="0" /></a>She's no longer a happy camper<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XlQ8WEAXQBAip-WDscaepZLx0Jf8YJnPjgIQuKEiZtYut9I2hTuVP9r46N-_NjE290pf3XW09LxHQY_sVlCTxtVBJuoSIMb6JVTf1nPdMdFAaYbiTegzE11r-k15G2Ux7wbyAOlkMK8j/s1600/Guangzhou+048.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XlQ8WEAXQBAip-WDscaepZLx0Jf8YJnPjgIQuKEiZtYut9I2hTuVP9r46N-_NjE290pf3XW09LxHQY_sVlCTxtVBJuoSIMb6JVTf1nPdMdFAaYbiTegzE11r-k15G2Ux7wbyAOlkMK8j/s320/Guangzhou+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549621750586483954" border="0" /></a>Her first bath...this picture is SO Maggie<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5XcwXZmWQgImLoA8x45ye90hP-Zh0f9i5rnUpWqfE_0EtV1VH-QDWNZYe_dVXRlnslHTlD__0izN5-OPP66zTZgL1NeTEYS1ry-aV67q0EcsDeA_08cJJlXUHxIsCrjsy1AbJxDl7Ehj/s1600/Guangzhou+044.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5XcwXZmWQgImLoA8x45ye90hP-Zh0f9i5rnUpWqfE_0EtV1VH-QDWNZYe_dVXRlnslHTlD__0izN5-OPP66zTZgL1NeTEYS1ry-aV67q0EcsDeA_08cJJlXUHxIsCrjsy1AbJxDl7Ehj/s320/Guangzhou+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549621326492609650" border="0" /></a>This is great...just don't get my head wet<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_3IT5XJGL52tbIrg_WwIbdvXoaAu5CRXhNpGJtgChyvEazQHyShiJbZtTN3gGAqqL73lhKwUnivVtVIpG3OlQ7FL7cSu6o5bCJfsmKJFqawpubDb7kuycFTSABlD76jc4GjXaYXecp9h/s1600/Guangzhou+047.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_3IT5XJGL52tbIrg_WwIbdvXoaAu5CRXhNpGJtgChyvEazQHyShiJbZtTN3gGAqqL73lhKwUnivVtVIpG3OlQ7FL7cSu6o5bCJfsmKJFqawpubDb7kuycFTSABlD76jc4GjXaYXecp9h/s320/Guangzhou+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549620921713235810" border="0" /></a>Bath time is great...except the cleaning part...and the getting out part<br /></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-5902712462535121142010-12-11T04:45:00.001-08:002010-12-11T06:35:25.792-08:00Good to be in GuangzhouYou know, I felt conflicted leaving Guiyang. It was a tough place to be as an American tourist. There was nothing Western about the city at all. Essentially, no one understood a lick of English, it was dirty, smelly...though, oddly, I kind of got used to the sour stench of the city by week's end...very poor, and as much as I'll eat about anything put in front of me that isn't still alive (and that really is more of a guideline rather than a rule), I just didn't like the food there. It wasn't funky, or scary...I just didn't like the taste...it tasted like the city smelled.<br /><br />It was a relief leaving Guiyang...yet, on the last night, we played in a pedestrian park that sits between our hotel and the river that runs through the heart of the city...as we walked home, I looked at little Tao Tao...she was so happy, so excited, having so much fun...and I was about to take her out of a city that she LOVED...it was her home. If you know Tao Tao, and you know Guiyang, you'd understand this. I understand where we are taking her, I understand what is better and what is not...I also understand that people from New York think Franklin is the sticks. I was sad, and she was clueless.<br /><br />All that said...I'M SO HAPPY TO BE IN GUANGZHOU! Whew. It even felt good to say. This really is a nice city. It has a life to it that you expect in a big city...and even though I'm pretty much a small city, Southern sort of guy...I like this in small doses. It's clean...relative to China, at least...and they have pictures for all the food options on the menu, so I'm OK.<br /><br />We're getting to know Maggie more and more each day, and she's getting to know us better too. I think she had a really awesome foster Grandmom...and it's obvious that Maggie loved her so much. She grieves hard...<span style="font-style: italic;">hard</span> at times...but in a healthy way. She wakes up from a nap, for instance, and she is sad...<span style="font-style: italic;">really sad</span>. This is typical. Then, after a few minutes, she cries. Hard. She calls out for her Lei Lei, and Stef rocks her in her lap. Once it is out, she's on her way...about her business. I think her grief is real...and I think she is really dealing with it. This makes me think that she'll be pretty healthy...mentally.<br /><br />A young Chinese lady told our guide the other day that Maggie is so lucky to have a "foreign" family...they know we're not Chinese, but they don't immediately know we're American, which I find odd in my obvious USA centric sort of thinking...I started to tell our guide that the lady was wrong...Maggie would be better off if somehow she could stay with her foster family...but I wasn't sure it would be appropriate, so in my Southern style...I stayed quite and smiled.<br /><br />Maggie, on one hand, is shy. On the other (big) hand, she has an extremely strong personality. I know those statements don't make much sense, but a lot now doesn't. She shys away from people when they talk to her. She covers her eyes with her hand to hide...but she peeks out the other side. Stef is the one she's attached to...and Stef is doing a great job with her.<br /><br />Maggie needs to be told "no" a good bit. I feel a little uncomfortable doing that, considering the circumstances, but knowing Maggie as I do...well, let me just stay it needs to be done. Stef really does a good job with this. Me...not so much. Tonight at dinner, I decided that Maggie had enough fried bean curd with peanut sauce, so I moved the plate to the person who actually ordered the dish...Stef. Well, Maggie didn't appreciate my insensitivity, so she threw her chop sticks at me. With cat-like quickness, I was able to dodge, and swat them away as the Chinese man behind me snickered in an international sign of "thank god it's you and not me". I semi-panicked...Maggie screamed Chinese words that everyone except us frustrated white people understood. Stef, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber (not really, but in comparison to me she was, at least). She grabbed Maggie up, and whisked her outside the restaurant. I don't know exactly what went down between the two of them...I stuck my face in a bowl of beef noodles in spicy broth in an attempt to hide my shame...but every time after that, when Maggie was about to get out of hand, Stef would gesture to the outside of the restaurant, and Maggie was suddenly in control.<br /><br />We had the medical exam today. I know I saw this last time, but the scene at the medical exam is kind of surreal. You're surrounded by families who are so happy to have finally been united with their little angel that they've waited for, for so long. You see little Chinese kids with T shirts that say "Little Princess" and such...but the faces are heartbreaking. If you look past the Tshirts and American tourists with fanny packs and digital cameras, there are kids whose lives have been turned upside down, who are devastated and wonder who are these odd people who've taken me away from "my home". The medical visit made me sad. On the other hand, I think of little Corinne, and how much I love her, and how much she loves me...how she sneaks into our room early in the morning hoping that we're still in bed so she can cuddle with me...and how I wait a few more minutes most mornings hoping she shows up...and I'm suddenly happy because I know that is the future for these kids.<br /><br />Tomorrow I think we're going to a zoo....I hope we enjoy it. These are odd trips. There are so many awesome things you see and experience...but you JUST ADOPTED A KID!!! Stress is high in our hotel room, so I ask that you pray that we be calm, be safe, enjoy our time here, bond as a family and enjoy each other before we GET HOME SAFELY!<br /><br />Oh...a couple more odd tidbits...I thank our government for infringing on our rights to smoke in public places....I also thank God for Starbucks and McDonald's...when I pointed out a McDonald's to Graham, he said he didn't like McDonald's. I said "me neither...but I sure like looking at the Golden Arches".<br /><br />Brook<br /><br />PS...trouble with pictures tonight...I'll give it one more shot and then I'm going to bed. Otherwise, it will be tomorrow morning...or tonight for you guys....and I'm putting up a couple short videos this time too.babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-7989690033042506342010-12-09T04:51:00.000-08:002010-12-09T06:30:57.803-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY7twtKuBwE6ka9vjr7yYQnf-X8VCi65Q7SzeOZeHFGXRjSZIFEM4zB-G-K3NGBxjsOWA25M6qH9uWwDulAYrB711PK8zZheOYNFlzGGJSrcPKC6ZAqpYTgzRuc9CyH0cHoHvepRW9pBFX/s1600/Guiyang+304.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY7twtKuBwE6ka9vjr7yYQnf-X8VCi65Q7SzeOZeHFGXRjSZIFEM4zB-G-K3NGBxjsOWA25M6qH9uWwDulAYrB711PK8zZheOYNFlzGGJSrcPKC6ZAqpYTgzRuc9CyH0cHoHvepRW9pBFX/s320/Guiyang+304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689514072517874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggn7Mf74Gb7UD0xXv4BcXAKo1oAfGwYZTL5Xba-qWPXNbLvRsQAn71hTm6se5XKHMGLw6ns5FF8MSW98b-3MwUKiI2uGKCIPGyZUc_pXQcXCyx6kYo2IVAoJ89N7seDLsha6lYwT6yTnMu/s1600/Guiyang+302.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggn7Mf74Gb7UD0xXv4BcXAKo1oAfGwYZTL5Xba-qWPXNbLvRsQAn71hTm6se5XKHMGLw6ns5FF8MSW98b-3MwUKiI2uGKCIPGyZUc_pXQcXCyx6kYo2IVAoJ89N7seDLsha6lYwT6yTnMu/s320/Guiyang+302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689507317423490" border="0" /></a>The "chinese squat"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoce9-67eGzqJvFEv03lZmSRH_pZdBLai5I-LQ_nhDN9Q6oyos3UXYDO1TrcUK-e76H4lf7nqn2jJWgALoVW89Fg2Tq92lT8oZf9gXv5mI8zMqgYPImPL3ks7z7pJVtt6n_5nkIn4PS4-8/s1600/Guiyang+295.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoce9-67eGzqJvFEv03lZmSRH_pZdBLai5I-LQ_nhDN9Q6oyos3UXYDO1TrcUK-e76H4lf7nqn2jJWgALoVW89Fg2Tq92lT8oZf9gXv5mI8zMqgYPImPL3ks7z7pJVtt6n_5nkIn4PS4-8/s320/Guiyang+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548687151973309154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeyOuaoF46VLV_SxcsLtQTHfqeR4pWux5REeMY_NZ9eqRZYpOIg5ob-Y7HCVxrBDBMuUJI7wbiTh6vM4Ploxz6QxL2-cTBEkUhiJqyLk868zWMJQReAGu9zpRhnkNVL6mhRYDtKIrZD_y/s1600/Guiyang+274.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeyOuaoF46VLV_SxcsLtQTHfqeR4pWux5REeMY_NZ9eqRZYpOIg5ob-Y7HCVxrBDBMuUJI7wbiTh6vM4Ploxz6QxL2-cTBEkUhiJqyLk868zWMJQReAGu9zpRhnkNVL6mhRYDtKIrZD_y/s320/Guiyang+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548687150607970258" border="0" /></a>This photo depicts Maggie's personality - why use stairs when you can go up this fun slope.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6ZQlgvVeIWF8MboDkvUGg9ozkRLqDl76IIAU7rT4aVfXtMJpdolPLBFo1WnlUYghwuR1d6BvGAoy8OGN21cvk4AFpUA-1CtQrE7puFRFtLjcUx_Qjge4tq0Oz6zcgcmrtSJ78ydzMfE/s1600/Guiyang+273.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKM6ZQlgvVeIWF8MboDkvUGg9ozkRLqDl76IIAU7rT4aVfXtMJpdolPLBFo1WnlUYghwuR1d6BvGAoy8OGN21cvk4AFpUA-1CtQrE7puFRFtLjcUx_Qjge4tq0Oz6zcgcmrtSJ78ydzMfE/s320/Guiyang+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548684458473832930" border="0" /></a>My brother is so funny and I really don't understand why I have to sit down while riding in the van.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSNNPqunTpKRkpGlS7IxT04FQxtRuEv9DwrBDnX5DsZel9-k1edMjIXzBtBZMUaRnAqfgNnKmpZhX3mb6pVb3uhMky1h1CMisgmPSD_Sxq21Hv-lDx-OPAKKH_ClkPM4NKax0Of0PzuKb/s1600/Guiyang+289.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWSNNPqunTpKRkpGlS7IxT04FQxtRuEv9DwrBDnX5DsZel9-k1edMjIXzBtBZMUaRnAqfgNnKmpZhX3mb6pVb3uhMky1h1CMisgmPSD_Sxq21Hv-lDx-OPAKKH_ClkPM4NKax0Of0PzuKb/s320/Guiyang+289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548684453195132674" border="0" /></a>Maggie and Graham running to the next spot<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9hfqnk9kpI_NVOsJKtf_EgzWRoDtk_OGo3_AwBH7e2FC-KvcKdZ0XJExNYcvFEVrjS_xIDLl7CLEa_lsJnpMiepXTCTe1qGjUk6qvxqnWIgXMxxXw0IegMIbkhoEuVgB_aNZEZPnNX4e/s1600/Guiyang+264.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9hfqnk9kpI_NVOsJKtf_EgzWRoDtk_OGo3_AwBH7e2FC-KvcKdZ0XJExNYcvFEVrjS_xIDLl7CLEa_lsJnpMiepXTCTe1qGjUk6qvxqnWIgXMxxXw0IegMIbkhoEuVgB_aNZEZPnNX4e/s320/Guiyang+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548674862181495538" border="0" /></a>At a Waterfall park and cave<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvZ53lxaa9J3TgBExR4SIgffXLph3nfHMvKERhWrH3HyuDiB9srdbwUn81zXi_BtCcYHSGUFa6EkOe8lJh6tVUl9c5a6-heXymgp6TamRKQmB0TONq5VqxqhHNFijrGwoBPxWrMUF8BmZ/s1600/Guiyang+263.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvZ53lxaa9J3TgBExR4SIgffXLph3nfHMvKERhWrH3HyuDiB9srdbwUn81zXi_BtCcYHSGUFa6EkOe8lJh6tVUl9c5a6-heXymgp6TamRKQmB0TONq5VqxqhHNFijrGwoBPxWrMUF8BmZ/s320/Guiyang+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548674859491605858" border="0" /></a>Inside the cave<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYLaKxm_PJWBSQsZPION23T_HcQi5pYDeyyrjJxi3aus4QPSXckaL6C0S7HTtujf4cy8vuEmPVF7zpOKAx8cu9B0kxDkrfy3B_st7TLNswOcbJ3Ay_aEZpankgvj8EqKXyr06xFKsWKlj/s1600/Guiyang+258.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYLaKxm_PJWBSQsZPION23T_HcQi5pYDeyyrjJxi3aus4QPSXckaL6C0S7HTtujf4cy8vuEmPVF7zpOKAx8cu9B0kxDkrfy3B_st7TLNswOcbJ3Ay_aEZpankgvj8EqKXyr06xFKsWKlj/s320/Guiyang+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548674852413607042" border="0" /></a>Brook and Graham walking out on rocks to the waterfall<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kUWdu1HB3dMhgo8eJANvTvoOMesAF53jtfXcDbSPuBxNaR3ZmnYMDCo-jN_QZIIy-Y7htUG6x1t5sUhwnymWkcjNZYAHVbNF0lWV89iqF8y9z3byJwScPYg4k13gL1DG6pI9BZ7LSkzJ/s1600/Guiyang+248.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kUWdu1HB3dMhgo8eJANvTvoOMesAF53jtfXcDbSPuBxNaR3ZmnYMDCo-jN_QZIIy-Y7htUG6x1t5sUhwnymWkcjNZYAHVbNF0lWV89iqF8y9z3byJwScPYg4k13gL1DG6pI9BZ7LSkzJ/s320/Guiyang+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548674849308731234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbV7wc0M5cKbFS2JjKJ3IvwwpKIHJ9pfmRiGKoWnN2tdY28RjzU_OFe6L7yZwbn4WLUG_2q3lNKO4tfkfzt4l5ldxrGE9mWFZ7dW9DVDgZQP-g4EHzmBq8BM1OmQomTtx4oZnTDStMcOS/s1600/Guiyang+241.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbV7wc0M5cKbFS2JjKJ3IvwwpKIHJ9pfmRiGKoWnN2tdY28RjzU_OFe6L7yZwbn4WLUG_2q3lNKO4tfkfzt4l5ldxrGE9mWFZ7dW9DVDgZQP-g4EHzmBq8BM1OmQomTtx4oZnTDStMcOS/s320/Guiyang+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548674839557553330" border="0" /></a><br />There are a couple of things that describe Maggie.<br />1. She has the stamina of an Ox. We walked a couple of miles today through caves, parks, ect. She had to walk approximately 250 steps today. She preferred to walk instead of being carried. Pretty much at all times she prefers walking instead of being carried and we do alot of walking.<br /><br />2. She always has dirty hands. She rubs her hands over every dirty surface<br /><br />3. She is extremely messy when she eats - food is everywhere and she is wearing 1/2 of it.<br /><br />4. She likes to sing under her breathe<br /><br />5. She can NOT play with markers - like the food it is everywhere<br /><br />6. She plays really well inside and will sit around and play with toys, but if she is outside she is climbing and moving. She is not fearful of heights nor ledges nor steps or anything. She can move fast and loves to run with Graham.<br /><br />I think she has some rough and tumble in her. Her gross motor movement in general is not refined. Think more like Mac truck. She has good fine motor skills and has quite a bit of hand strength.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Brook is tired tonight. We all colds we think from the pollution. Tomorrow evening we head to Guangzhou. Have to say we are ready to go. We miss home and look forward to the ease and comfort that Guangzhou has to offer.<br /><br />If you are coming to adopt and are adopting a toddler I highly recommend bringing a plastic tea set. Maggie plays with it for hours on end.<br /></div></div>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-56723245597291300402010-12-08T23:41:00.000-08:002010-12-09T04:12:37.755-08:00The how to's of the Chinese potty with a 2 year oldI am still working on perfecting the "potty technique" with a 2 year old. I was quite excited to discover Maggie was potty trained and we wouldn't have to mess with diapers. What I didn't think about is what using a public toilet in China with a child would mean. If you have been to China you know that the potty is a hole in the middle of a stall minus the toilet paper. When you take a child to the potty you have to hold them over The Hole. My first attempt at this Maggie peed all over my shoes - thank goodness they were waterproof. After that episode I realized I didn't have her legs positioned quite right. On our second attempt I knew I should pull her legs way back and up - think lady birthing a baby. This time around her pee shot up and soaked the backside of her pants that hung around her ankles. In all of this you have to fumble around for the toilet paper in your pocket and make a dash to wipe pre-dribble. I thought I would be much smarter to have the roll already ready in my hand, but in maneuvering and holding 28 pounds the roll dropped and rolled out the stall (TP is a hot commodity so I was so disappointed). I've got about 8 more days to many to work on this. Would love any tipsbabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-42684489530748571472010-12-08T22:48:00.000-08:002010-12-08T23:18:53.725-08:00A funny storyThe first whole day with Maggie, we put her in her crib for an afternoon nap without a diaper...she's potty trained, but we were told she still wears a diaper at night. We were on task for the nighttime, but we haven't done diapers in a pretty long time, so we just weren't thinking during nap time. Well, she wet her crib. <br /><br />We had the guide talk to the front desk to have someone clean the sheets and give us a new mattress, but later that evening, the wet sheets and mattress were still there, so I called downstairs. Now, in Beijing, the hotel staff spoke pretty decent English. Here...not so much. When you speak, you have to talk very basically, and you can't use any local phrases or they simply have no idea what you are saying. I knew this when I placed the call.<br /><br />Well, when I called downstairs, I told them my daughter had an accident in her crib....as soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to pull them back in. I knew I had made a mistake. The problem is, you can't just hit the rewind button...nor can you backtrack and try to explain yourself...that's just too much talking...but that didn't stop me. I tried to explain that she wet her crib...."crab?", "crab?" Assuming they couldn't pronounce crib, I said "yes, the baby crib"...then they said..."ACCIDENT!...BABY CRABS??". I said..."<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ugh</span>", and just hung up. I looked at Graham and said, "I think, they think I said Maggie was hurt by baby crabs in our room". Needless to say, he thought it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hilarious</span>.<br /><br />Moments later, a very worried manager was knocking on our door. I sheepishly let her in, and showed her what I meant and tried to explain that we use the term "accident" for reasons other than what they thought. She was very nice, and we all had a good laugh. Obviously, they had no idea why those crazy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Americans</span> had baby crabs in their room. We've since come to find that the 5 western families in Guiyang in this hotel are all on one floor...all by ourselves. I guess we are high maintenance...or maybe they are worried we'll offend the other guests. Probably, both.<br /><br />Brookbabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-86685322406596709352010-12-08T05:44:00.001-08:002010-12-08T06:59:36.793-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpjM7KqNWMKIN15-1LRJtaAm7jSrOhUQI3Fhraa6VWv0IwToq4VzH_SkjpkhU9HyRiNj05efYufe_gIk6Lf6lX1lOLfA1J65TLI8bfXMSPyRgcGBXvq5sFHCE0Isj0jLE2KQ1yL5D7fHU/s1600/Guiyang+111.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpjM7KqNWMKIN15-1LRJtaAm7jSrOhUQI3Fhraa6VWv0IwToq4VzH_SkjpkhU9HyRiNj05efYufe_gIk6Lf6lX1lOLfA1J65TLI8bfXMSPyRgcGBXvq5sFHCE0Isj0jLE2KQ1yL5D7fHU/s320/Guiyang+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548317045848353266" border="0" /></a>Are they taking my picture again...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R9NjjV3T64GxVq3LMpTuP1niVwRiTl_MtYasbuRBa7N4Jth2ISf3AA3Nn9N_A4aRX2HZHkhZ_0a4-C2KCIEuDjqWEjwiSZwfum9aT_0zrz17jWkr2hrEoj8MtZXxnY6E_x2Ew7zqX-Hx/s1600/Guiyang+083.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R9NjjV3T64GxVq3LMpTuP1niVwRiTl_MtYasbuRBa7N4Jth2ISf3AA3Nn9N_A4aRX2HZHkhZ_0a4-C2KCIEuDjqWEjwiSZwfum9aT_0zrz17jWkr2hrEoj8MtZXxnY6E_x2Ew7zqX-Hx/s320/Guiyang+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548317030338870178" border="0" /></a>I could connect with this guy...bored and wasting time along the river<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyUMi7wSwPJPIR8WgKLf07CRHkbBvsxxzIn5c4_Znejn5ljDPSY4HgynWGeLROzkeUY4sEWjhlJhL_JhP2idL_Y8si-0iinexmNtgJQuYbVeC4jM6E1FrxgFoRrNJwLndBrb-j0Xmj2VA/s1600/Guiyang+084.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyUMi7wSwPJPIR8WgKLf07CRHkbBvsxxzIn5c4_Znejn5ljDPSY4HgynWGeLROzkeUY4sEWjhlJhL_JhP2idL_Y8si-0iinexmNtgJQuYbVeC4jM6E1FrxgFoRrNJwLndBrb-j0Xmj2VA/s320/Guiyang+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548317022179588546" border="0" /></a>The family...see the "significant building" in the background...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrxDEZ0ryg4P2p0ZAuBCRdLPeT3dPy1kthpPIekjsTmUGEp-gVAaIbUSGSOp__VIfWwAnuVYxJDQsmOQdSIff0mWNriwtp-IGWJxEvzM79P-zM91nY0gNmmd6ZOo4b6ALl_JFFHf2M98A/s1600/Guiyang+086.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrxDEZ0ryg4P2p0ZAuBCRdLPeT3dPy1kthpPIekjsTmUGEp-gVAaIbUSGSOp__VIfWwAnuVYxJDQsmOQdSIff0mWNriwtp-IGWJxEvzM79P-zM91nY0gNmmd6ZOo4b6ALl_JFFHf2M98A/s320/Guiyang+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548317008278696258" border="0" /></a> And here it is<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhoWfE7FXi9AAU5pK2eY5aPer5JSTlWSGyuEQDGRNGOcvUZinIlG50SLBnuXZiYY8-CAxQgZvKpjBbw84suDs7F79FzTJ9jka_c88cWseEgD2F7y5vCTugGw0NlQHRSmkmVVhSKNcN8Ma/s1600/Guiyang+087.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhoWfE7FXi9AAU5pK2eY5aPer5JSTlWSGyuEQDGRNGOcvUZinIlG50SLBnuXZiYY8-CAxQgZvKpjBbw84suDs7F79FzTJ9jka_c88cWseEgD2F7y5vCTugGw0NlQHRSmkmVVhSKNcN8Ma/s320/Guiyang+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316995521695554" border="0" /></a>Walking up<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZ5XF2NeZIfQss_8s9RmKgoM7v7qTwjCohPIVXTqtFhc4RgTER3GiIbe8rNsiRd06FgA-aKZoH15RiKUfAbM5XFr9romHZRL1lcDbNVp6RY2tIVyQxr9eYsV8p_ydUthXqN8ln5cHA2Dl/s1600/Guiyang+090.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZ5XF2NeZIfQss_8s9RmKgoM7v7qTwjCohPIVXTqtFhc4RgTER3GiIbe8rNsiRd06FgA-aKZoH15RiKUfAbM5XFr9romHZRL1lcDbNVp6RY2tIVyQxr9eYsV8p_ydUthXqN8ln5cHA2Dl/s320/Guiyang+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548314706333093122" border="0" /></a>View from on top...I was looking out this window as the guide was telling me of the governments strict building codes around this spot to protect the view of this important, historical building...I'm always struck by the contrasts and contradictions in China<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPTfW9SkvtU10GxnlffiLP66cyYWpA-IVJq3L65lWtbiSv20U0vDBjO3eY7cXFAz2HG97hPahCWeFPQKivzW4NdzSMoAaRGwK8HZdvLDIzTgiNfqh342IYwUyiTnXtA1ee2iHJSiO9Pzp/s1600/Guiyang+093.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPTfW9SkvtU10GxnlffiLP66cyYWpA-IVJq3L65lWtbiSv20U0vDBjO3eY7cXFAz2HG97hPahCWeFPQKivzW4NdzSMoAaRGwK8HZdvLDIzTgiNfqh342IYwUyiTnXtA1ee2iHJSiO9Pzp/s320/Guiyang+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548314697028038674" border="0" /></a>A close up...you'll see it in other pictures, and I don't know if I've mentioned it or not...but she has chicken pox..or she is getting over it....so she has marks on her face and body. More noticeable in other pictures<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTRv0xaOmJiPBjBNdR9JJ1Q-nHp0P7YVM5_NnjDohFukIJW3nLo3MwlEa-SqqPBjPdBApzj1n_Q1rZf7LrDNLu05tM7M_UetHxPqNg25ZQwhJcg_2z7HocAL5J2FSuneS7p1PyA8Gco5q/s1600/Guiyang+103.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTRv0xaOmJiPBjBNdR9JJ1Q-nHp0P7YVM5_NnjDohFukIJW3nLo3MwlEa-SqqPBjPdBApzj1n_Q1rZf7LrDNLu05tM7M_UetHxPqNg25ZQwhJcg_2z7HocAL5J2FSuneS7p1PyA8Gco5q/s320/Guiyang+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548314685263612338" border="0" /></a>So, spinning a top on the sidewalk by hitting it with a whip is a big past time here...I was a natural...or at least that is what I think they were saying<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqA1ZOs87sg4pjQYfxGm9IrWV3kChUdjBCEacb4rPUqM4yi0gXpSCcOj-161hUlQpSXj4o4Su0kA5ME9Ygg5Cof0ByS13v_jGuZQZXMWvFk_GyWyB_P0gxrvzcdtDW4s0CZxx3blrMpED/s1600/Guiyang+109.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqA1ZOs87sg4pjQYfxGm9IrWV3kChUdjBCEacb4rPUqM4yi0gXpSCcOj-161hUlQpSXj4o4Su0kA5ME9Ygg5Cof0ByS13v_jGuZQZXMWvFk_GyWyB_P0gxrvzcdtDW4s0CZxx3blrMpED/s320/Guiyang+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548314676375656130" border="0" /></a>Grahams playing...she's not yet warmed up to toys...might mean she has to engage us...sad face<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYV1-NVX9BeX1-mhPgceygKSGFsArMyz2M3m75HN1KjTE1ZMhRNOLElE4zoK88hEXjMM3bzE74AsqGqsNTMDMdJBk_jeMAz7pUxjyaPePJG71sJdRS3gTmjnRisCZBVD-pnZRGMcdClAlU/s1600/Guiyang+112.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYV1-NVX9BeX1-mhPgceygKSGFsArMyz2M3m75HN1KjTE1ZMhRNOLElE4zoK88hEXjMM3bzE74AsqGqsNTMDMdJBk_jeMAz7pUxjyaPePJG71sJdRS3gTmjnRisCZBVD-pnZRGMcdClAlU/s320/Guiyang+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548314669042444786" border="0" /></a>But, we're trying<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j1H5X4Qj-4XEAk-rfy9M84zlpWioWHFFarfP4yWKTEPzwZ4SyUOiBoEHYK7odYcHJwuqYG0QzIwYJtIHaFaCTKvHNXgJfOoSp-teyWjS9Y1VDpjJMuKqSgjLjHmwVUUMxXUbIgIalJQw/s1600/Guiyang+116.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j1H5X4Qj-4XEAk-rfy9M84zlpWioWHFFarfP4yWKTEPzwZ4SyUOiBoEHYK7odYcHJwuqYG0QzIwYJtIHaFaCTKvHNXgJfOoSp-teyWjS9Y1VDpjJMuKqSgjLjHmwVUUMxXUbIgIalJQw/s320/Guiyang+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312745842358994" border="0" /></a>I told Graham not to mess with these women...those are swords<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx9KDLtnARTSZ9N8h6w6rCCaLnvHo3aA4N1oLJ2HLtl7IT-ZNTKU3TiQaRqv3Sr5DrtTfdcDvAocWjUIaLulXv3g788sjM0kfyrgtzKBdALXuKD9z6Vq6VB3JFwzTdnEkbj4GK-wLIqCz/s1600/Guiyang+117.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx9KDLtnARTSZ9N8h6w6rCCaLnvHo3aA4N1oLJ2HLtl7IT-ZNTKU3TiQaRqv3Sr5DrtTfdcDvAocWjUIaLulXv3g788sjM0kfyrgtzKBdALXuKD9z6Vq6VB3JFwzTdnEkbj4GK-wLIqCz/s320/Guiyang+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312737135580514" border="0" /></a>The Family...again<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVB2FJF_wWWywDhpMt_WDpEVHGVDNxtPljlmzlZfBjutTdRbxk4H6jUWkg3rr-On20xaC_quQOhy2ZpHqLRZALOuqRZVdF1JTY_QhgCtGcGGPCHI9n4UaSVBchaoUg9MfyyN6Diy7oefU/s1600/Guiyang+125.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVB2FJF_wWWywDhpMt_WDpEVHGVDNxtPljlmzlZfBjutTdRbxk4H6jUWkg3rr-On20xaC_quQOhy2ZpHqLRZALOuqRZVdF1JTY_QhgCtGcGGPCHI9n4UaSVBchaoUg9MfyyN6Diy7oefU/s320/Guiyang+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312716453921538" border="0" /></a>How'd he get my honey bun?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLmcgZac_MhUOzymtxwAnXB6MX_o88lPI2-C5E8fAvcnSDPSNI2cSEJjqpO4SHgb3ddOe9mBD17yoFKHCqxPAnFEvqJjwUmL_kXlCNXGS5a-ioA7En4NH5B2fiW9Vabr4ZiAGKUmu8ETK/s1600/Guiyang+122.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLmcgZac_MhUOzymtxwAnXB6MX_o88lPI2-C5E8fAvcnSDPSNI2cSEJjqpO4SHgb3ddOe9mBD17yoFKHCqxPAnFEvqJjwUmL_kXlCNXGS5a-ioA7En4NH5B2fiW9Vabr4ZiAGKUmu8ETK/s320/Guiyang+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312705289787554" border="0" /></a>Finally, got my honey bun<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem-Jgowhn_yeRoSvZFSs9KIWPSQ3TE94tJctL5wd6CTh7-ttypmkRK4bR0_uI2xqlIWxRIgRiKfAdr55GWUBWhgwvP33464Cf8cRBJds-zaX2DNSXz0ufC1cKv4y0-_wwqxzWMnNpZ5Cg/s1600/Guiyang+127.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiem-Jgowhn_yeRoSvZFSs9KIWPSQ3TE94tJctL5wd6CTh7-ttypmkRK4bR0_uI2xqlIWxRIgRiKfAdr55GWUBWhgwvP33464Cf8cRBJds-zaX2DNSXz0ufC1cKv4y0-_wwqxzWMnNpZ5Cg/s320/Guiyang+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312695030789810" border="0" /></a>Think they have a honey bun?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0xhGnkmgqQuEst_Of3b7FkKJe_YoHvHPXwzjhUPmi5v0RPR2nOMpN7TV51S-xkuRyB5DMtSbg2znB6wzCCQ94Xl7j-jVg3Z5cU27JKAHHKTUc4WDKc6AFvrjoM_nxSCXfwFVhKOvR9uY/s1600/Guiyang+135.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0xhGnkmgqQuEst_Of3b7FkKJe_YoHvHPXwzjhUPmi5v0RPR2nOMpN7TV51S-xkuRyB5DMtSbg2znB6wzCCQ94Xl7j-jVg3Z5cU27JKAHHKTUc4WDKc6AFvrjoM_nxSCXfwFVhKOvR9uY/s320/Guiyang+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310556144258962" border="0" /></a>Made it to the top of the mountain...Maggie had some help<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpGckTcRI1MCN6UV2b-ovfS2mSg224Pt3j3jyYTq_pi4_TDB7xlRCbwgvHAWwhZnAVnrBwtO7ra9PzAjzqIQUtUBBjKEULLGr9IjmtHoL50NOSXVre4eankA7ANGFQP84EXsgUF2TqhZC/s1600/Guiyang+137.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpGckTcRI1MCN6UV2b-ovfS2mSg224Pt3j3jyYTq_pi4_TDB7xlRCbwgvHAWwhZnAVnrBwtO7ra9PzAjzqIQUtUBBjKEULLGr9IjmtHoL50NOSXVre4eankA7ANGFQP84EXsgUF2TqhZC/s320/Guiyang+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310550099755922" border="0" /></a>View of the Temple...word is the monks live in those buildings in the background<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-j6X07LNbf4DjGy1dq2Fh1v8wFZAeVa1YBQLii7M4Z12scjt1vbe1WuZzrJHE5Z8yeGgKjev3y0XqZHcG3odE5kVJ2_IrSJCmaKcZeBEZVwkgs5Ft1XT9o8vIvISRckmCldtq0dczffxO/s1600/Guiyang+142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-j6X07LNbf4DjGy1dq2Fh1v8wFZAeVa1YBQLii7M4Z12scjt1vbe1WuZzrJHE5Z8yeGgKjev3y0XqZHcG3odE5kVJ2_IrSJCmaKcZeBEZVwkgs5Ft1XT9o8vIvISRckmCldtq0dczffxO/s320/Guiyang+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310540587757090" border="0" /></a>Davis, this one is for you. The Chinese buy turtles at the food market, and then release them at the temple for good luck...I think it's guilt<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuV3IRd8TL3-pUfjt7DIWhcOdCpGrFT2nLzvokBNj9dB7zF9CW3GhHOIweKGvcHFqNoajkpXdlSucmUQ0SwRCkG-rhZoFth9i8AvlNxlo35Km0aeg4f3O4LTLF4yDDAAKROZahuKo5VaV/s1600/Guiyang+146.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuV3IRd8TL3-pUfjt7DIWhcOdCpGrFT2nLzvokBNj9dB7zF9CW3GhHOIweKGvcHFqNoajkpXdlSucmUQ0SwRCkG-rhZoFth9i8AvlNxlo35Km0aeg4f3O4LTLF4yDDAAKROZahuKo5VaV/s320/Guiyang+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310526228447746" border="0" /></a>This is the "look away" that we get from her so often when she is trying to ignore us<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick9V4kkek8sB_5J_BvEv5WHoL2c-P7HZdHWb8uz0w7YUeu-iNVvV1xnYA4BrDP4GWwx9Zfnl2nvg5SgldCt0nKWyo_0nVgq1E8hgDHwqmaHs-kUvDECoJhgAFjfkUrlce-DAoA9hFHxUL/s1600/Guiyang+149.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEick9V4kkek8sB_5J_BvEv5WHoL2c-P7HZdHWb8uz0w7YUeu-iNVvV1xnYA4BrDP4GWwx9Zfnl2nvg5SgldCt0nKWyo_0nVgq1E8hgDHwqmaHs-kUvDECoJhgAFjfkUrlce-DAoA9hFHxUL/s320/Guiyang+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310523435789394" border="0" /></a>Nestling in for a car ride<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_gfJqk3VuaZ_NGE5jTglx09sJdtlNKFyYugVwq9AwYK5B6nWArzxNecbJJqErrMpSg58HnZLNCzG5yo4yM0awReqcB6nCVrkN38LoQd-G9jrGu3N_EBQ70cFVqNiO29UtifVN9pC6h-A/s1600/Guiyang+156.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_gfJqk3VuaZ_NGE5jTglx09sJdtlNKFyYugVwq9AwYK5B6nWArzxNecbJJqErrMpSg58HnZLNCzG5yo4yM0awReqcB6nCVrkN38LoQd-G9jrGu3N_EBQ70cFVqNiO29UtifVN9pC6h-A/s320/Guiyang+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548308502367794402" border="0" /></a>Sound asleep on Graham's lap...this picture makes her complexion look bad...the chicken pox aren't that bad<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiJlRTjK5XBUVrMX72qwU_hkfYM0xIirHkWKFJS6z9b8sRRcNU-4KLetmPKyU1DeFV5M7DIhJZzCdwEf-zEy-Ukw03PalZOo-Hj2qsc35CN4NMvw3TCiDMv-rTiL8maSaESlaUH_qGFxX/s1600/Guiyang+150.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyiJlRTjK5XBUVrMX72qwU_hkfYM0xIirHkWKFJS6z9b8sRRcNU-4KLetmPKyU1DeFV5M7DIhJZzCdwEf-zEy-Ukw03PalZOo-Hj2qsc35CN4NMvw3TCiDMv-rTiL8maSaESlaUH_qGFxX/s320/Guiyang+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548308488600999442" border="0" /></a>Mountains, decay and smog...on a sunny day<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg7v0WbmwBkKeZiTsRKuMixfh8Sl22vuzUzpQNRxM7TS8d4LYOAAD50-eJfIscve76XjM3JIJHBhg6ye1YkM_D8nZO21u9jp6t-vauxPbrLD-ubnL1eAgllNI1817HnEMQAhNK5KNBtac/s1600/Guiyang+159.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg7v0WbmwBkKeZiTsRKuMixfh8Sl22vuzUzpQNRxM7TS8d4LYOAAD50-eJfIscve76XjM3JIJHBhg6ye1YkM_D8nZO21u9jp6t-vauxPbrLD-ubnL1eAgllNI1817HnEMQAhNK5KNBtac/s320/Guiyang+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548308481441822498" border="0" /></a>Contrasts of the city<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoL3rhyphenhyphenI3JKu5j4ayfS2gGrbgrQ2yWUHXNwVk-il8UwJ7UA1gg8_w6Tf4bW3jREVfzjc2tCYxcwbltSYfVsKbjs735DKtuAi1d5TuuUfZJwqrPO0QFWjWkcPqAllZ9zxJvoErpIswyRVqP/s1600/Guiyang+160.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoL3rhyphenhyphenI3JKu5j4ayfS2gGrbgrQ2yWUHXNwVk-il8UwJ7UA1gg8_w6Tf4bW3jREVfzjc2tCYxcwbltSYfVsKbjs735DKtuAi1d5TuuUfZJwqrPO0QFWjWkcPqAllZ9zxJvoErpIswyRVqP/s320/Guiyang+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548308475510289186" border="0" /></a>Playing with her tea set...finally<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoThkxNuM8ANRTjWIHb6dk5T_hlqv2zc8Fg6QwlXo3ahHBKmUKvBrKbZmTExgC1iG594aML6EfLnfk3INSwVdkRGA9WvrnuwOrhDlCCj4u8kibBRckzBQCc0oz1wfrZzEUKHazDWzrBBo/s1600/Guiyang+225.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoThkxNuM8ANRTjWIHb6dk5T_hlqv2zc8Fg6QwlXo3ahHBKmUKvBrKbZmTExgC1iG594aML6EfLnfk3INSwVdkRGA9WvrnuwOrhDlCCj4u8kibBRckzBQCc0oz1wfrZzEUKHazDWzrBBo/s320/Guiyang+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323177332219058" border="0" /></a>And Legos...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaJsRSh6atE6k6B_2krcwYzIsaEza5Cg5hyFhFwrLD7sRGnWHihgk4B1QibhES1Lo9NRoixHcMM06QyCD8PuQYh8vjWWUJlowR-7-W-6rIs06K9Lv9_OCn4b0XkAk-yGrjr_Gfq8HiIDX/s1600/Guiyang+164.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaJsRSh6atE6k6B_2krcwYzIsaEza5Cg5hyFhFwrLD7sRGnWHihgk4B1QibhES1Lo9NRoixHcMM06QyCD8PuQYh8vjWWUJlowR-7-W-6rIs06K9Lv9_OCn4b0XkAk-yGrjr_Gfq8HiIDX/s320/Guiyang+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324848915149186" border="0" /></a>And Play dough<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EXBEuvO6YU8MvaY1mUMia_5eDmGhJ4woFNLncFU8jfJfrbe-9lZg1zmoFk7k6xXb_6Yl9g6sDP6RLimorSulDOdVh7yCpFiwY8WJOdhj8eN9bmJbf95F1E6B3V86gfHKlVxaLRowado1/s1600/Guiyang+235.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2EXBEuvO6YU8MvaY1mUMia_5eDmGhJ4woFNLncFU8jfJfrbe-9lZg1zmoFk7k6xXb_6Yl9g6sDP6RLimorSulDOdVh7yCpFiwY8WJOdhj8eN9bmJbf95F1E6B3V86gfHKlVxaLRowado1/s320/Guiyang+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323165180548498" border="0" /></a>She'll kill me for these kind of pictures one day<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHob2luWg-ttTqdgSzu_m8vQVeu2hajEUQ2-XR6gi98vXN6Jk8coKnvCd9VT8Mv8bKSWG1zlBkrrzbKpRFw0p1uc0brml-8pWGSg5vxTOb7Jg1z2YZXA-sxKitqlEN3Jf50VGlmWjPOK2w/s1600/Guiyang+236.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHob2luWg-ttTqdgSzu_m8vQVeu2hajEUQ2-XR6gi98vXN6Jk8coKnvCd9VT8Mv8bKSWG1zlBkrrzbKpRFw0p1uc0brml-8pWGSg5vxTOb7Jg1z2YZXA-sxKitqlEN3Jf50VGlmWjPOK2w/s320/Guiyang+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323189171156114" border="0" /></a>I tried to get a picture of the "attempt to hide a smile" face...not a great picture...maybe tomorrow<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxy5oMieZ813caZxX6X01RjdywBVRJ7y1WXCG8uwg4XtkaXq1KiMHQw0z4CPf7sjFrDdU95_PGj0CXxnCgI6_7U0Zunsr6KK-oHc84njFMOwoFaVjLcGyTsYiTE_IRZmhIXYmK6_4xtgr/s1600/Guiyang+237.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxy5oMieZ813caZxX6X01RjdywBVRJ7y1WXCG8uwg4XtkaXq1KiMHQw0z4CPf7sjFrDdU95_PGj0CXxnCgI6_7U0Zunsr6KK-oHc84njFMOwoFaVjLcGyTsYiTE_IRZmhIXYmK6_4xtgr/s320/Guiyang+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548323179468247986" border="0" /></a><br />Still playing at bedtime...I love how they sit like that.<br /><br /><br />Good Night....<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEyD5u413t4E9I3ToXB9sG4eIv7i8L9JT_UkGTNhFaXrDiD_CNSqXyWbqXcA49b3u0O4H_SN7e8aJaktuo5bNly1R86MPls8V7Bo6vVCu4o35JRHLAijJJWGlvYtn-RyBDRlzkmm5Vvwg/s1600/Guiyang+112.jpg"><br /></a>babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-80521363110834667222010-12-08T04:00:00.000-08:002010-12-08T07:20:09.474-08:00Monkey park, and other musingsWe went to the monkey park today. It's a popular park outside the city centered around a Budihst temple which sits on top of a mountain with a lake at the mountain's foot. At the base of the mountain, the older Chinese generation are seen exercising...ti chi, ti chi swords, dancing and swimming in the ice cold lake. Actually, this was the first body of water I've seen in China that looked pretty clean...but I still wouldn't swim in it. As you walk the road up the mountain, the monkeys come out of the trees and the Chinese begin to feed them, what looked to me like Honey Buns. The more experienced monkeys even took them out of the plastic wrapper. We walked, and took pictures. At one point, I was trying to take a picture of Graham and Stef while carrying Maggie. Maggie was watching the viewfinder and pointed at Graham and said "ga ga", or whatever the word is for "brother". We also walked through the temple...didn't see any monks but I was promised they were there...somewhere. All I saw were Chinese paying for entrance into the temple, where they could pay for incense sticks to burn to various gods, and stuff money into boxes for other gods. I guess the monks show up once the boxes are full.<br /><br />Maggie's getting better and better. She is still quite and bashful, but you can see that she wants to open up. When she forgets to ignore us, you'll catch her talking. Tonight, as I carried her home from dinner she even started singing. Of course, we had to act like we didn't notice, but that isn't too difficult when she doesn't know what your saying.<br /><br />She also started playing with toys today. We brought a few things with us, and bought a few inexpensive toys. She and Graham played on the floor for a long time tonight. She played with a little tea set, and would fight back a smile anytime one of the three of us tried to act silly. Graham finally got her to laugh out loud when he took her cat and played as though it was drinking from his tea cup...of course, she caught herself, and the laugh was cut short...still cute though. When she fights back a smile, it really is pretty funny looking and if we laugh, she turns her head and tries to hide behind a hand by covering her eyes.<br /><br />She is very talkative...and even though we don't know what she is saying, you can tell that her speech is very advanced for a child her age. Several of the Chinese have commented on this too. I hate to think that she would lose her ability to speak Mandarin, but I also don't know how to make sure she not only keeps what she knows, but also help her develop her Mandarin while also learning English. I know some of you have older adoptive children. Maybe you can give us some advise.<br /><br />Quick sociology lesson...the vast majority of Chinese are of the Han ethnicity. The rest are one 55 various "minorities". Guizhou province is known for their significant number of minorities, making up about 40% of the population. We'll probably never know, but we think that she is likely Buyi...partially at least...or maybe even Miao. Tomorrow, we're going to visit a Buyi villiage, which I think will be very interesting. One tidbit...the Buyi eat dog...yep, dog. They think it keeps them warm in the winter...whatever works, I guess. As a matter of a fact, on December 22, all of Guizhou province celebrates some sort of provincial holiday by eating dog. Too bad we're leaving early.<br /><br />Oh, and after griping so about no Starbucks, we found the American run coffee shop. It was really a nice treat to sit and relax in something familiar. <br /><br />Also, and Stef wants me to say this...and I'm to lazy to see if I've already said it...but she's potty trained. As a matter of a fact, Stef was out today, and it was me and Graham in the room with Maggie. In typical "Brook in charge fashion" I drifted off to sleep. Something woke me suddenly, and I asked Graham where Maggie was. In typical "Graham not paying attention" fashion, he had no idea. She was in the bathroom, taking care of #2 all by herself. We'll get into more of these details down the road, but we've come to learn a little more about her that makes me really think we've got a sweetie on our hands....here are a couple: She was prone to answer the phone at her foster parents home. OK, maybe that doesn't mean much to you, but when I see this little girl walk around my room and think of her answering the phone in a proper way, it makes me laugh inside. Also, whenever her foster grandparents would leave the home, she always said, in a very proper way something along the line of "travel safe Grandmother, and return home safely soon"...also, she loves to wear a backpack. Apparently her niece....her foster brothers daughter...goes to kindergarten and wears a backpack. She would tell her foster grandmother...in a very proper way..."grandmother, when I am older I will wear a backpack and I will go to school too"...as I type it, it doesn't seem to have the same impact, but it is all pretty funny when you hear it...you'll have to trust me.<br /><br />Goodnight,<br /><br />Brookbabslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289353074183968896.post-21771232944221809402010-12-07T05:10:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:29:15.260-08:00Guiyang...what else is there to sayThis morning we went to visit, according to our guide, "our signature building"...singular. Didn't take long. He was proud, so we were polite, but the best part of the short trip was simply getting out and walking...<br /><br />Random statement...I can't help but think it is odd to walk around town in China and listen to Christmas music...Christian Christmas music...sung by people who can't understand and mispronounce the words, and generally, are professed Atheists and Buddhists.<br /><br />Maggie is getting a little better all the time. It's hard to know what is Maggie, and what is the situation...but I retrospect, Corinne showed us glimpses of Corinne on that trip three years ago. We see them now. Stef and I wonder about Maggie, and what she will be like. Her foster Grandmother said she was a bit shy...or maybe she said quite. I' m not sure about shy, maybe...but I can see quite...but still strong, and a bit mischievous too, in a sweet way though. She has a sly look she'll flash every now and then...I think she'll have a very cute personality.<br /><br />She's started to reach for Stefanie's hand, and plays with her necklace when she gives her a bottle. I'm third in the pecking order behind Graham. That's OK. It bothered me with Corinne, but I was prepared this time around and honestly expected it. Now, if I work hard...well, I can't get her to smile...but I can get her to try not to smile. Walking home from dinner tonight, I played like I was accidentally brushing her head against the tree limbs that hung low over the side walk. She fought her smile so hard, she eventually stuffed her jacket into her mouth. I'll get her tomorrow.<br /><br />Several of the comments mention that she seems "well fed"...can't say it isn't true. She's healthy, for sure. Assuming the scales are correct, she's a cool 28lbs. She wears a size 7.5 shoe (her feet look like Davis' feet...small clubs residing at the end of a leg) and is just shy of a size 3T. We brought Corinne's cloths, so most everything is tight to say the least. The good thing is that it points to a really great foster program in Guiyang...more on that later.<br /><br />We met an individual today who raised Maggie for the first 6 weeks of her life...minus a day or two. At the time, the lady was in Xinyang, Maggie's birth city. She made it a habit of stopping by the local orphanage once, or twice a week to check in on the kids, and the women who took care of them. She had just come back from being gone, and she said there was a particularly small newborn child in the orphanage. Well, turns out the child wasn't just small...the child was malnourished. Xinyang is a remote, probably rural city in China and the women were, frankly, ignorant. They were mixing the formula to look like breast milk. They thought the formula mixed correctly looked too thick, so they watered it down and the kids didn't get what they needed. She said she didn't want to be the no-it-all who barged in and told everyone what to do, so she didn't say anything. The child died. I am sure she was crushed, and felt terribly guilty. This is reality in an orphanage, though.<br /><br />The next couple days, she was by the orphanage again, and a new little baby was wrapped up and placed in bed next to two older children. Immediately, she asked if she could take the baby home. The orphanage director (who Stef and I met) was away, so she asked the nannies to call him. On the phone, he said that she could take her, but since he was away, she would have to come back a day or so later to get her. She explained that it would be too inconvenient for her to come back, and insisted that she be allowed to take the baby TODAY. He agreed. The baby was Maggie...she called her Ruby because she was so precious.<br /><br />She explained that Maggie was probably a day or two old because her umbilical cord was still fresh, not dried at all. This happened the first week of April....Maggie's paperwork says her birthday is February 20. If I had to guess, China simply didn't care enough to try to get her birth date correct. One day, I suspect she'll want those months back.<br /><br />After 6 weeks, she was placed in the foster care program in Guiyang which is run by a Christian. All the foster parents in the program are Christians. We were told they meet weekly to fellowship and praise God together. God has been all around Maggie from the start, beside her all along her way. I pray that one day she knows how protected she was during those years.<br /><br />I thought this was a great story. It shows God's active hand in her life, and His concern for the details. I feel certain that Maggie was planned to be a part of our family before she was born. When I think of the details that led to her sleeping in the crib, right now, in our room as I type this, I am astonished. Maggie "should" have ended up just like the poor little child before her...but that wasn't God's plan. This is an example of why we should praise God for the details....I tend to grumble...forgive me.<br /><br />Brook<br /><br />P.S...can't get the pictures to upload...will have Stef work on it in the/our morning.babslbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07647092600801167156noreply@blogger.com5