Buckled and Barefoot

Arrived in GZ late last night after our flight was delayed. Everlee rocked it.  She didn't try to get down or run through the aisles.  She liked snapping the buckle and immediately wanted her shoes removed.  Buckled and barefoot... a perfect combination.

She was happy with stickers and stuck them on every surface... my legs, Brent's arms, paper, the fold down tray, the seat, and herself.  Whatever works.

Even though the flight was a short 1 hour 40 minute ride, the Chinese airline served a full meal.  We knew she'd be set then!  The way to this girl's heart is through her stomach!

This morning, we had a standard medical appointment. (This is for the US side of the adoption.  The Chinese side of the adoption was finalized in Chongqing.)  They looked her over, took her height and weight, and drew blood for a TB test.  The results will be in Monday afternoon.  For as easy going as she's been, we were surprised by her reaction to the nurses and doctors.  Straight up fear.  It must stem from her time at a hospital when her lip was repaired.  One picture was all we needed.  Poor baby.  

I told Brent I wanted to be the savior waiting with a treat after it was all done.  That way I'd have a fighting chance against her preference-turned-obsession with Daddy.  With a chocolate stick in her grasp, a smile soon returned and Mommy was the victor.  She was fine as soon as we walked away from the white coats.  Thank goodness.

Kept whispering in her ear on the ride back "hao bao bei," which means "what a good girl."  Michael had taught us a few helpful, reassuring phrases to say to her.        

Back napping now.  In case anyone wondered, we are 12 hours ahead.  So, the same time in number form, but the opposite time of day.  It's 2 pm here.  2 am on the East Coast... and Penn is sleeping inside the fort he built with Uncle Nate.