Rachel Shu-Ting is asleep in her daddy's arms right now. Things are going well, but I'm sorry to say I won't be able to post her photos until tomorrow. The poor little thing had a rough day, and she has glommed on to Lance and he can't download the (many) photos we have.
He charmed the pants off her today, though, and she thinks he's the greatest thing in the world. I can't wait to share the video of him feeding her Cheerios. And guess what toy she played with the most today? That's right, the remote control. She picked up that sucker and pressed buttons like an experienced channel surfer. Lance had the good idea to turn on the TV so she could hear the Chinese, but she kept pushing the button to order movies in the room. And they weren't age-appropriate, if you know what I mean.
She spent a good deal of her afternoon on the bed with Lance, in a T-shirt and diaper, channel surfing. Oh, and stuffing her face with snack foods. Does she sound like she belongs in our family?
That's not to say that she doesn't think I'm pretty swell, too, especially when I have a warm bottle prepared for her. But she prefers that Lance hold her, and we're going slowly with her, having him hold her while I feed her carrots or Cheerios or play with her. At one point today, I blew bubbles at her and she giggled and squealed and clapped her hands. She has at least four teeth, if not six, and she can flash a grin that will melt your heart. This afternoon the orphanage director visited each of the babies and parents in their hotel rooms, and little Ting Ting was an outrageous flirt.
I'll have to write tomorrow about the events of today, which was a long and emotionally exhausting day for us all. But right now they're sleeping and I need to get to bed as well -- we're headed to the Civil Affairs office first thing in the morning to complete the adoption. I hope that in the afternoon we'll be able to regroup a bit so we can share that heart-melting grin with you all.