No surprise, we're starting to run down, and get really tired. We're also getting homesicker (is that a word?) by the day. Yesterday, I felt like I was getting urinary tract infection. Is that too much information? Well, I've never had one in my life, but with the dearth of decent toilets easily available, one tends to skimp on fluids, and the inevitable happens. That's the first thing David said when we got here. "I bet they have a lot of UTI's." Anyway, I slept during the day, and drank lots of tea, juice and water.
Today, the girls were happy to see us, and Big Girl jumped into Daddy's arms, and with one arm clamped around his neck, reached out with the other to hug me, so we had a big group hug. Our little girl was a little cool to Daddy at first, but quickly warmed up and played rowdy with him the rest of the visit. Our boy was tolerant of us, as usual. David got some laughs from him, though, and he even held his arms out to me once. There is one thing about a child with Down syndrome that you will never be able to differentiate from a typical child, and that is the giggle. Every one of our kids has an adorable giggle, and when Daddy wrestles with them, and tickles them, until they are laughing so hard they are gasping for breath, they have the most amazing belly laughs and the loudest giggling. If I could bottle that sound and sell it, it would cure the world's ills. As soon as they catch their breath, they come back for more.
I know I've confused a lot of people, but we don't have the kids out yet. Monday is our planned "Gotcha Day," and after all these months, we are looking forward to it. It will also mean we will be heading HOME very soon! To my darlings at home: We're coming! We're coming!
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