Dairy Queen

E's passport is ready.  Michael is picking it up now from the police station and soon we'll be off to our final city, Guangzhou.  This will be Everlee's first flight but certainly not her last with this family. 

I forgot, our 14 hour flight home too in a week.  *Sigh*

Last night we took her to get her very first... drumroll please... Dairy Queen!  Like mama like daughter.

Walking back, we watched and then joined the nightly ritual of ladies dancing on the square.  There is not much green space here, so crowds gather on the plazas to participate in dance or exercise.  They take it very seriously and we followed along respectfully.  It was a cool cultural experience.  Beck and I caught on quickly and stayed out there for two songs.  Even though this is their social time, the dancers don't crack a smile.  Though some onlookers did at Beck.

Everlee and Baba sat on the sidelines.  She enjoys being out and about.  She is such a smart girl.  Her intelligence is certainly not lagging behind.  Cognitively, she is on par for her age.  She continues to add signs that we teach her and imitates any behavior she sees.  She walks well with but with that toddler godzilla waddle.  She climbs stairs slowly but with assistance.  Her gross motor is better than we initially thought, maybe more like 20-24 months.  

Listen to us, we think we're doctors...    

Beck really desires her to want him as much as she want us. She likes to play with him but doesn't let him hold her hand. He has made it his life's mission to change this.  So far, he's up to 2 seconds.  

I've been asking him to write another blog, telling him he is in high demand.  

Come on, Beckster.  Give the readers what they want!  

Maybe tomorrow, he says.  

Domani.  

Yep, we are definitely more like Italians!