Naptime, jetlag, sparkly jeans

Willa is down for a nap, HSH and Bee are down in the pool (at least, they were going to check out the pool at Bee's insistence, but I suspect they may have found it too cold). Zee and Smiley are either out strolling the island or back in their hotel room next door.

I am fighting some jetlag. I don't know how it affects other people, but I just keep feeling like gravity is reasserting itself upon me, or coming at me in waves. It's a little queasy.

Willa continues to be happy and outgoing and playful. She has decided yesterday afternoon and today that it would be a pretty bad idea for me to put her down. But even when she has cried, which has been incredibly infrequent, she is easily consoled.

Shamian Island, where we're staying, and the White Swan Hotel are all decked out for Christmas. The hotel, which sits directly on the Pearl River and rises above the skyline, has holiday lights strung from the top to bottom of the exterior. One side has the image of holiday candles, and the other has Christmas trees. Rockefeller Center wasn't nearly as beautiful.

Of course, everything here is lovely. For all you waiting families out there, go get a big black Sharpie and mark through the portions of other people's packing lists where they tell you to bring only the most comfortable and casual clothes.

Instead, look through your closet and find whatever looks most like something from the Falcon's Crest wardrobe department, and pack that.

I've never seen such bedazzled blue jeans. And the shoes make those silly Sex in the City gals look like the amateurs they are.

Comments

[Mrs. Why]

I'm reading with a huge, happy heart. She's beautiful. You're beautiful. Keep it coming.

[angela marie]

How beautiful! Sounds like your first day is the beginning to something wonderful!

Congratulations!

[Shelba]

Congratulations!!!! Sounds like everything is going great. And what a cutie!!!!

[moreena]

I need some bedazzled blue jeans. Or some bedazzled ... something.

I am so happy for you!