For today, instead of rehashing another day on Shamian Island, I thought I’d share a bit more about her.
Vivi is doing wonderfully. We are surprised daily by the changes in her.
She is outrageously loveable. Without even trying to be. She’s got her own thang going on, and you can either watch from the sidelines, or you can join her.
She loves to play: with me, with Asher, with pretty much anyone, but she can play all alone just as well.
Obviously, most of what she does she learned from her foster parents… washing hands, clothes, cleaning up, eating with chopsticks, and, er, smoking cigarettes.
Asher and I have had some good laughs when Vivi has, after dinner, put a well-placed spoon in her mouth, acting like she’s having a smoke.
And we might just still be punchy from the jet lag, but we haven’t been able to keep ourselves from laughing at her antics.
Vivi hasn’t pulled out a big naughty card yet, but she’s done a few things I’ve had to say “no” to: spitting out food, hitting, throwing things. And as soon as that word escapes my lips, she goes into mini-meltdown mode. The head goes down, the lower lip comes out and the big crocodile tears begin to fall.
Thankfully, these mini-meltdowns have, thus far, been just that, mini. Never lasting more than 5 minutes and never escalating into a full scale bawl.
Hoping she doesn’t call my bluff between here and home.
Today she had a conversation with the shopkeeper at the White Swan and managed to charm her way into holding a silver tea pot that was way out of our price range. I was quite relieved when she later traded it in for the shopkeeper’s calculator.
Which, if she dropped it, we could actually afford replacing.
I find myself staring at her often, just soaking her in: her red lips, her chubby cheeks, her sweet smile, her contagious giggle.
Asher and I are really enjoying this precious time, getting to know our new sister and daughter.
We can not wait to get her home.