This morning saw our first typical one-year-old tantrum. It was verrrry quiet and slowwwwly executed, but it was a tantrum. I had been feeding her congee (basically soupy rice) and wanted to have J do it for a while so I could eat breakfast before heading out for the morning's tour. As you can see, she was not pleased with this idea.
We proceeded on to East Lake and Jonathan got all the good pictures so you'll have to wait until later for them to appear here. I was busy following our super walker all over the place, trying to keep my fluorescent orange touristy parasol positioned so she was shaded most of the time. She was walking along, chatting up a storm the whole time. Anson (our guide) says she is mostly babbling and that few of the sounds are Mandarin. I find that reassuring because (as you may have guessed) I hate to miss out on a good conversation.
|In front of beautiful HUGE bells in the Hubei Museum.|
Highly recommend that place, if you're ever in the neighborhood.
|Double-fisting drinking yogurt. 'Cause that's the way we roll.|
She's napping now, no tears in the hotel room and none getting to sleep either. It's almost hard to wait for her to wake up so we can see what she'll think of us tonight. We're hoping to see more of the chatting and funny face-making girl emerge, but are okay if the grief is closer to the top, too. There is so much light at the end of our tunnel I have hope that she's going to be just fine.