Since my last post, Beatrice was sick for the first time since we've been with her. Two days after her shots, she woke up with a runny nose and the next 3 days she was a "glazed donut" as our friend Phyllis accurately described, with alternating and sometimes simultaneous drippings come out of her eyes, nose and mouth. Sorry if that's TMI. She was so pathetic looking and I almost took and posted a photo but I decided that would be just downright cruel. If it weren't for the fact that all 3 of our guests the weekend reported have a cold when they got back home, I'd have thought it was due to shots and/or teething (3 more seem to be just on the cusp of breaking through), but perhaps it was a cold after all since as of this morning Anthony has a sore throat. Regardless, she continues to be a little stuffed up, but in amuch better mood and resuming normal activity level since the weekend. She never had a fever through the whole ordeal. We have no doubt this little cookie of ours is TOUGH physically. To have survived all that we assume she was exposed to during 11-ish months in an orphanage, we know her immunities must be strong. The hardest thing about last week was she got a touch of that nasty rash on her cheeks that appeared in the heartbreaking photos we got of her last December. I smothered her with Aquaphor many times a day and it's almost gone, but her face is so sensitive and moisture or sun or any one of a number of things seems to trigger this rash. I guess we will know more next month when she gets more shots whether or not this is the way she typically reacts. She was unusually needy and clingy to me during the roughest of the days and I was pretty tired. My sister Louise and Anthony decided it was time for Anthony and I to get away for a couple of hours, which we did last Saturday night after B. went to sleep. It was great to get out and walk around at Riverfire here in town and she never made a peep while we were gone. Of course, less than 2 minutes after we arrived home, she screamed for me, but it was a nice evening anyway. We're planning on going out again for a bit this Friday as well. Yesterday, we visited with my college friends Barb and Benedetta, and Ben's six wonderful children. Beatrice loved all of them and she didn't have a lack of attention for 2 seconds! I sure wish they lived closer since I'd have my pick of nannies, all superbly qualified. Tomorrow we plan on heading to Maine for the day to see her BFF's Kristin and Erik, whom I also would love to have nearby. I am keenly aware that my summer as stay-at-home mom is quickly drawing to a close. I return to school full-time in 13 days and can now at least write that without sobbing. I'm trying to savor each of these remaining days and just take one day at a time. Here is a photo of her taken just before I typed this. She looks so big to me, her skin has become a beautiful brown in her brief time in the sun, and her hair keeps growing quickly. The other shot is so I remember how small her feet really were/are. She's been barefoot most of the summer and the other day I took out some shoes, certain that the size 2's would be tight and the bigger ones might fit, but she still looks like Aladdin in the size 6-12 mo. Robeez and her little pink Cinderella ballet slippers still fit like a glove. We got one of those clay impression kits to put her hand or footprint in, but when we went to do recently, it was all crumbly and dried up, so this photo will have to serve as a keepsake. Here's a video as well of her newest "talent:" self-feeding with silverware. It's one of those things that I'd rather not have to teach her since the transition is not fun to clean up all the time, but she's very proud and I suppose I can't feed her or let her eat with her hands her whole life. Note the way she forcefully extends the spoon outward for a reloading.
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