Back online

No blog yesterday because we came home to discover that we had no internet.  After bugging the poor receptionist, we went to a nearby Italian restaurant, had dinner, and used their internet to try to contact our new friends that we were supposed to meet up with for dinner.  We then discovered that they had been trying to email us to let us know they wouldn't be able to meet up with us.  Well, they had our phone number, but we didn't have theirs.  Plus, they were in the middle of paperwork chasing, so we knew that might keep them busy.

The food was pretty good, although it had that special twist that makes everything taste pretty close, but not quite.  The decorating was pretty close to Italian, though.  Then, even though it was dark, and we really haven't ventured out after dark, we went for a walk to the city center.  It was fairly warm, and everyone was out and about, even with small children.  It was a fairly festive atmosphere, and we enjoyed the lights, and even a band of street musicians, playing Simon and Garfunkel songs, and "I just called to say 'I love you.'" with what sounded like a piccolo and drums.

So, yesterday we found out a little more about the littlest girl.  She is said to be feeling much better, has a runny nose still, but stayed in the hospital to finish out her course of antibiotics.  She should be home this week, we were told.

Our boy was a bit more reserved yesterday, and not in much of a mood to play.  He really wanted to escape through all the doors, or head back to his playroom.  He did sit and try to pop bubbles, but didn't get too excited about them.  Not like the other time we brought them out.

He's pretty much wearing every color of the rainbow!

Our big girl, on the other hand, was very happy to see us, wanted me to sit down, so she could sit with me, but as soon as she showed signs of getting rough, I got up, and held her away from me.  She did that a few times, and every time her rowdy spell peetered out.  She was much more civil yesterday.  She enjoyed the markers again, and didn't want to try the pretzel sticks we brought until I showed her that you could eat them.  Then she shoved a whole handful in her mouth.  She'll have to learn to eat one at a time.  That's not the orphanage style.  I don't want to criticize, but the motto here is, get it in the mouth as fast as possible, so that you can get it cleaned up, and off to naptime.  The kids aren't doing anything anyway;  why don't they start mealtime a bit earlier so everyone can eat at a nice, leisurely pace?  She griped a lot about having to go back when it was time to go eat.  Soon, little girl!

All smiles for us

Figuring out how the lids work is still more fascinating than learning how to color!