What am I thinking?...

I can't believe I signed off without saying anything about Emily.

She is doing great and becoming more and more attached to mama. She is warming up to the idea that I'm around, but she's making it very clear that she's not turning over any warm fuzzies to me any time soon. That's alright though. I'm patient in this department for some unknown reason, but I'm fine with it. At least for now. I feel compelled to not force the issue.

I am taking advantage of opportunities to pick her up. Some are good, some are...well, not so good. As long as she knows she's got Maria there as her option, it's "I can't get away from this guy fast enough."

She let's me feed her. She's always got an open mouth.

It would be interesting to know how she was treated in order to define her actions now.

Anyway, there's plenty of time for the rest.

To give you a little bit on her. It's hard to tell the seriousness of her condition. She is able to crawl, but she is largely dependant on the use of her arms and she goes about as if her legs are lifeless, however, she is able to stand next to something as long as she can lean against it. Ana and Maria Marcela have stood her up, holding her arms and she's taken steps, so there's something there definately. She may, in addition to her scoliosis, be malnourished. The way she eats anything put in front of her and the way she guards her food, makes us think she rarely had a full belly, so to speak.

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but we had come across some caligraphy with names and their meanings. And believe it or not, the name Emily means the same as Mei in Chinese, "beautiful". Maria Marcela had no idea of that when she picked the names. She just knew she liked them.

Ok, now I really need to get into bed.

More later.