There’s no place like home, There’s no
place like home….
weather continues to conspire against my outdoor explorations. It was raining
hard when I woke up and the rain continued most of the day, so Annabelle and I
spent the dreary day indoors. The
dreary day was made even longer by my confiscation of her favorite toys. Why, you ask? What kind of sadistic mommy dearest am
I? No, no, it’s just part of
my strategy for survival of the Dantesque trip I’m about to take. I
figure her favorite toys will be even more enchanting at 35,000 feet if she
hasn’t seen them for a few days.
But it does leave precious little to play with so she was fractious
only event of note was that we went to the SOS International clinic where
Annabelle was weighed, measured and poked and prodded. She now weights 8.4 kg, up from 7.5kg
when I brought her home. Formula
over cow’s milk! She is in
the 50% percentile US
weight and height charts for her age (she was not even on the charts when she
was born!). She’s a short
little thing though. She measures out at 32 inches, which is under 10% on the
height chart. The doctor proclaimed
her very healthy and sent us on our way.
that’s it, folks. No pictures, no funny stories. I spent the day starting
to pack and organize the carry ons, want to make sure I have everything I need.
may be my final entry. Tomorrow I’ll try to write, but it’s a busy
day with the US Embassy appointments, my final meeting with the sisters and
I don’t see you again on this side of the world, I will try and update