Kelly eats an orange

These past 2 days have over stimulated our poor girls. It’s really no one’s fault. Everyone is just so excited to meet them. And they love all the attention, interaction, and gifts.

But it feels like the candle is burning at two ends.

Everything is new and different. The beds, the weather, the dog, the food, the language, the fact that mami and papi drive, the toilets (what, paper goes where?), Aiii yaiii Aiii.

And tonight – during a (semi) calm meal of macaroni and cheese, oranges, and hotdogs – we experienced a hilarious moment. Monica played with her ketchup. Renee and I conversed  (processing a bit of the day). To my right I heard an “aragngahda” coming from Kelly.

She was in the process of mangling an orange. I think she wanted to just suck the juice out of it (like she would do in Colombia). But American oranges are a bit different. She was spraying bits and pieces up her nose and in her hair, smearing pulp on her cheeks and using her gums (no front teeth) to squirt juice in every direction. And she was so happy – in her own little world.

I started laughing. I couldn’t stop. Renee couldn’t stop. Monica joined in with us.

It’s how I’m deciding to remember this day.