Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Captain's Log: Day 2 WM (with Emma)

Turns out she is a fan of the slap-stick
Here shown sporting Aunt Boo Boo's pajamas


It's me. My two ladies have worn themselves out fussing over each other, so I am left alone to blog. Nap time came a little later than usual, due to some heavy shopping and sensory overloading at the Wuhan City Walmart and Live Fish Emporium.

Every waking hour is another adventure, as we try to make up for 18 months of understanding of who Emma is and what is going on inside her noggin'. For example, turns out she has a slight temper, in a cute "don't-you-dare-put-me-down-when-I-haven't-finished-playing-with-my-new-blocks" kind of way. So I didn't. And probably won't for quite a while. I think we both learned that lesson. She has the roughest time at night, when she misses her foster family, and there isn't much we can do about that other than ride out the grief sunami. She slept for a good 8 1/2 hours last night, with only a short bout of "where the heck am I and how did I get here"for about ten minutes around 3:30 AM. You ought to look at her now, taking her nap. The words of Francis McDormand come to my mind: "She's a little angel!", and then of course the ubiquitous "Has she had her dip tet?"

She sure knows how to work the business end of a pair of chopsticks. We were able to feed her some steamed eggs, fried noodles, french toast, and watermelon at breakfast, with us feeding her with chopsticks. She uses her lips to take the food off, and waits just long enough before utilizing the 14 teeth she currently has at her disposal. We had to improvise with the chicken nuggets at lunch, because Ronad McDonald doesn't offer sticks with any combo meals. That's where we went for lunch after signing more official paperwork at the White Rose Hotel and before Wally World. We were with some great people who are in a like-situation as ours: John, Shelia, and Lydia, and Paul, Stacey, and Anna Mae.

Well, naptime is just about over and that about covers it; except to note that every time we go shopping, our hotel room shrinks. I don't get it.


7 comments:

andrea said...

That first picture of her laughing is priceless. She only cried for 10 minutes during the night??? I'm so impressed. Sometimes Whitney will cry for longer than that! Sounds like the transition is going well so far. Still waiting to hear the "further details" about her potty training situtation.

Anonymous said...

I checked your blog so many times yesterday waiting for the Day 2 WM update, that I was getting dizzy with what I can only describe as blog-checking tourettes syndrome. When I think of this whole amazing experience for the 3 of you, the sensation is like an optical illusion where you look at a 3-D square and then shake your head and it turns inside-out? I think of it through Emma's eyes, and then, whoosh, I switch to Denny and Joe. It's overwhelming!

Love the picture of her laughing - and you are both such great writers, thanks for sharing every detail.

Love,
Barbie

Anonymous said...

After what seems like an eternity to us eastern oregon grandparents, who also checked the blog every 45 minutes or so ----it was worth the wait to see that slap-stick inspired smile on Emma's face. Thanks for the latest installment, Joe. Your description of what Emma must be going through in her little mind is great.
LOve to you all.

Anonymous said...

Frances McDormand I get.
What the heck is "dep tet"?

Anonymous said...

Emma is absolutely adorable! We love the pictures you are posting, and your entries are so great! We are totally smitten with Emma and are trying not to be too envious. We think you should post about every hour since we check your blog that often. Happy Halloween!

Anonymous said...

I have to agree with what everyone's said already. The pictures of Emma are priceless -- she continues to be so beautiful and only grows moreso each posting with the smiles on her face. You are nearing day 3, and if our experience with Ellen was any indication, Emma may really start to open up and blossom in the next day or two. The grief is so real, and it is painful to not really be able to do anything to ease their pain; but just by being her mommy and daddy now and holding her close, you will be making that wonderful new bond and letting her know that she now has a forever family to hold her when times are tough.

I too love your posts -- obviously the CCAA knew what they were doing when they paired Emma (the lover of comedy) with two people with such wonderful senses of humor and outlooks on life!

I sense a new, China Walmart suitcase in your future....

Anonymous said...

Whoa, baby - what a smile!

Barbie goochers - I know exactly what you mean. I have developed blogging OCD. They need to put this disorder in DSM4's next edition. I stop just short of calling directory assistance for the Best Western Premiere Hotel listing in Wuhan, room #joeydennyemma.

I can't imagine eating steamed eggs with chopsticks.

Little Emma. I want to scoop her up and make her laugh.

Denny, could you get a willing Chinoise to take a picture of the 3 of you together?

Cute PJ's! Boo Boo and Emma are the same size! Who knew?! {(JK...:)}

Blog on, Denny and Joe, blog on!
Love from Aunt Julie