Say it isn't so...

I just heard some very disturbing information. The rumor is that El Encanto no longer has spinach enchiladas on the menu. Now I know this may not seem like such a big deal to probably anyone who is reading this blog, other than maybe Bethany, but to me, this is devastating news. Not only has this downtime given me the opportunity to enlighten you all with my deep thoughts (No worries Michele, I'm still just the deadly combo of pretty and smart, not really mature- as the remainder of this paragraph will show,) but it has also given me time to think about the things I miss most from home. Those of you who know me know that food is obviously on the top of the list. When Adam was here, I made him play my stupid games of guessing which food I miss the most- this is similar to the games I make him play on Yom Kippur and Passover discussing which foods I want the most that I can't have- I know, we are very exciting people. So in addition to Puffins and fresh salads (without cabbage or beets), my Spinach Enchiladas combo platter from El Encanto was ALWAYS on my list. I am very disappointed by this news. Deborah & Jack--- can you please go talk to them or something? I mean, we are regular customers. I feel like that should count for something.
In other news.... things in Astana are good. Rylie was her sweet little self this morning. She was still in her crib when I got there, so her caregiver directed me into the bedroom to get her when she started crying at around 9:45. At that point, I washed her face and fed her breakfast. Luckily Adam isn't here, so there are no pictures or video footage to document how ridiculous Rylie made me look during the feeding process. I think Rylie believes my sole purpose is to play with her and hug & kiss her. So when I try to feed her, she makes a crazy mess and does stuff that she never does when the caregivers feed her. After she stuck her hand in her rice cereal 3 times and blew two raspberries with her mouth full of oatmeal(resulting in food all over my hair and face and Gulya's hair) Gulya took over and finished feeding Rylie. At that point, I changed Rylie and we headed off to the playroom for the rest of our morning. We had a lot of fun during our visit. Rylie was very talkative and cuddly. Her voice is really high pitched. It is very sweet. Rylie played a little with her "Learning Puppy" that we brought from home. It is one of those stuffed animals that sings and teaches parts of the body, colors, ABCs, etc. The first couple of times I brought it out, Rylie has been terrified of it. Today, I brought it back out and she was a little intrigued. After about 10 minutes I put it back in the bag. She kept looking at the bag the rest of the morning to see if it was still in there, and even touched it a few times. The fact that she didn't let out this terrible shriek at the sight of it was a huge improvement.
At the end of our visit, Rylie's doctor did a quick check up (it seems as though she checks all of the babies every day or so, just to stay on top of things) and then it was naptime.
Just a few pics...

This is the hospital where Rylie was born!

And this is Rylie looking for the stupid "8" made out of foam that I think has the teeth marks of every child that has ever been in that playroom. I hid it last week after she wouldn't stop playing with it. She caught sight of it this morning and was determined to get it at all costs. Luckily I distracted her with a ball once she found it and I hid it again.So that's all from Astana. Off to do laundry and sanitize Rylie's toys--- yes, I've become that person. Love to everyone....