Two nights ago, as we snuggled before bed, Beatrix Nan Yu grabbed my face in both hands and planted a big kiss right on my lips. Then she did it again, and again, and again. You all, SHE kissed ME.
She had her first experience in the pool this week, too. She was all, what IS this giant thing of water and can I REALLY use it to splash you? When she discovered that was exactly what it was for, there was no looking back. Shame what that swim diaper did for her figure...
I feel asleep in the big bed while putting her and Olivia to sleep. For reference, she's just a smidge too short to get on the bed by herself, so you see this head, a pair of arms, and one foot trying to gain purchase and not quite making it. Well. I know now why the child still sleeps in a crib. At one point, I woke up to her whimpering "uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh" and her foot and arms trying to scrabble up the bed. She must have slid out and woken up. I hoisted her back in, she definitively flopped over, and was back asleep in two seconds.
Until the next time she slid out of bed.
And the third time. After the third time, I learned (finally) and put her in her crib.
The last first is not a good one, at least not for the carpet and not for all of us eating dinner in the room at the time. Let's just say that the next thing we need to teach her to say is "potty."
I can't believe we are going home this morning. After three weeks of living in hotels, of being the very clear minority, of soaking in an amazing culture and beautiful country, we are going back to P-Street. It's bittersweet, really. While I'm anxious to see everyone and sleep in my own bed, I'm already wondering when I can come back here.