My fave… just as yummy in China!
We created quite the scene at the airport in Hunan… see that white bit on the left side of the escalator? That’s baby J’s shoe. Yes. He broke the airport. I tell him every time we ride an escalator not to put his foot right under the fringy edge on the side. Every time. I wish I could say that this taught him to listen… I wish.
All the hotels in China have these little playrooms… my babies love them.
Floor slide. I love it…
A little bonding in the hotel. Tiny P loves her brother, and is probably the most attached to him.
The first week in China, tiny P always had a hand on the husband. Whether she was sleeping, or awake and screaming, she always held onto him.
The second week in China, there were moments of no screaming, and there was some fish watching.
And even some smiles, and tolerating mommy for a little.
Poor baby J. China exhausted him… he fell right asleep during dinner one night.
In Hong Kong, the older babies shared a hotel bed for the night. I could watch them sleep all night…
The car rules are different in China. No seat belts…baby J loves it.
This is how my boy spent half the flight home… sleeping on mommy. Precious little face…
Little M is good at making her baby sister laugh.