Today is Saturday, April 22. It's now almost 9:30 pm. Today was another busy day. These parents and kids over here are kept moving. This morning we had to get Visa pictures taken. Then a quick breakfast (and the buffet at the White Swan is out of this world...best French Toast I've ever had) and the infamous medical exam. It takes place in a local clinic in a little room in back for adoption groups. All 21 of us families were crammed in, waiting to have our babies weighed, measured, listened to, poked, and prodded. Needless to say, the babies weren't too happy about it. As much of a trooper Lily has proven herself to be, even this was too much for her. She squirmed and cried and squealed and whimpered and stiffened up and threw her head back. It was good to get back to the hotel (about a 10 minute walk) and borrow a stroller from one of the local shops (a service they provide to adopting families). My arms were absolutely killing me trying to hold Lily the whole time (we were told that for space limitations only one parent should come, so Jan stayed at the hotel), not to mention that it is quite humid here and I was sweating like a race horse.
But I'm not complaining. I am totally digging this father-daughter thing. I never expected to turn into a complete ball of mush just looking at her.