<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:56:47.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Ivy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-2457728481464049719</id><published>2008-11-22T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:49:00.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Home</title><content type='html'>I will post some new pics for everyone tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We discovered something unusual in HK.  Ivy&lt;br /&gt;appears to prefer western food much more than&lt;br /&gt;the offerings of the east.  Once in HK we went to&lt;br /&gt;eat at Outback.  She has a real affinity for french&lt;br /&gt;fries, bread and hamburger.  She is fond of spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;but but opted for her first hamburger instead that&lt;br /&gt;night.  It was even tolerable to look at me and I&lt;br /&gt;would have gotten a smile but she made the extra&lt;br /&gt;effort to hold it back.  We all did well on the flight back.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I come back from a long flight like that I&lt;br /&gt;say I am never getting on a plane again.  As always,&lt;br /&gt;Emma traveled unbelieveably well.  Seldom did she&lt;br /&gt;ever complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11:30am and took Emma to Jack's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;She was quickly asleep on the drive home.  I will be&lt;br /&gt;fully adjusted tonight but it may take the rest several&lt;br /&gt;days to get on schedule.  Everyone is sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy makes alot more eye contact.  She still isn't making&lt;br /&gt;much noise, but does get caught off guard and claps things&lt;br /&gt;together and other types of play.  At dinner in HK I was&lt;br /&gt;making a noise with my mouth and Ivy was wanting to&lt;br /&gt;mimic me.  She looks at me often when feed and rested.&lt;br /&gt;She just wants to be held by Caprice and that is it.  I put&lt;br /&gt;her in her crib last night and she cried all the way there&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as she made contact with the mattress she&lt;br /&gt;got quiet.  Emma sat by her bed and read to her until&lt;br /&gt;I  told her to go to bed.  They are sleeping in beds rigfht&lt;br /&gt;next to each other.  They watched each other for 10&lt;br /&gt;minutes and then both were asleep.  I don't think Ivy&lt;br /&gt;will go that many places in the next several days.  I&lt;br /&gt;believe we kept Emma at home for about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going to the hospital to visit my uncle tonight&lt;br /&gt;or tommorrow.  It is going to be sad because I know he&lt;br /&gt;has lost alot of weight and the prognosis is unknown.  It&lt;br /&gt;is a stressful time for those who know and love him.&lt;br /&gt;We all face uncertainty about our time here.  It is just&lt;br /&gt;difficult to deal with when someone we love is in a painful&lt;br /&gt;situation.  I just wished we knew he would be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as Ivy is home more and gets more food into her&lt;br /&gt;small little body, she will be more open to everything.&lt;br /&gt;It will be an adjustment for us all. Ivy is 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;I thought 24 months+ was a great time with Emma.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it will be for Ivy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-2457728481464049719?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2457728481464049719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=2457728481464049719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/2457728481464049719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/2457728481464049719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-home.html' title='Finally Home'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-8928634972668669464</id><published>2008-11-19T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:38:33.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>It is midnight and we are packing for the train&lt;br /&gt;ride to Hong Kong. We will just be there one&lt;br /&gt;day. We will fly from HK to Newark and from&lt;br /&gt;there to Nashville to arrive via Continental&lt;br /&gt;at 6:49pm. You are welcome to meet Ivy there&lt;br /&gt;or we will be glad for you to stop by the house&lt;br /&gt;when you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy... She is just so slow to come around.&lt;br /&gt;The other kids have been stuffing food&lt;br /&gt;down and being very active. When Caprice&lt;br /&gt;pushes her in the stroller she turns her&lt;br /&gt;head back so she can watch Caprice instead&lt;br /&gt;of looking out at what is going on. I have had&lt;br /&gt;only a little contact with her this evening.&lt;br /&gt;She just has a fit when her mother is absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over some of the places we like&lt;br /&gt;to go in the local market areas today. It was&lt;br /&gt;our last day and it flew by. We had our&lt;br /&gt;consulate appointment and dinner at the&lt;br /&gt;Italain place again tonight with a bigger&lt;br /&gt;group of friends. We had our own room&lt;br /&gt;upstairs. It really is the best food around.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a few people that just really&lt;br /&gt;wanted to talk to us so bad but the language&lt;br /&gt;barrier makes it just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the people here have been nice and&lt;br /&gt;I always appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have followed our journey.&lt;br /&gt;We are almost home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-8928634972668669464?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8928634972668669464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=8928634972668669464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/8928634972668669464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/8928634972668669464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-to-hong-kong.html' title='Off to Hong Kong'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-5025219236193010268</id><published>2008-11-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:45:54.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw her smile today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to the Safari Park and&lt;br /&gt;I kept Ivy with me in a carrier.  She didn't&lt;br /&gt;really care for it that much in the begining&lt;br /&gt;nor at the end.  She decided she would start&lt;br /&gt;going limp when be put, or taken from, where&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want to be.  That really didn't work&lt;br /&gt;for her so I hope she is over that.  Caprice&lt;br /&gt;didn't take her until dinner which was more for&lt;br /&gt;my convience than anything.  I think Ivy was&lt;br /&gt;glad to be back with her mother.  She started&lt;br /&gt;using her hands more at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the pearl and jade markets.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy was kicking her legs around as we were on&lt;br /&gt;our way.  I think she was just so glad to be away&lt;br /&gt;from me.  We had the rest of the day to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I went walking around where the locals are but&lt;br /&gt;the rest of them went to the park.  When we all&lt;br /&gt;meet back at the room, Ivy was eating more than&lt;br /&gt;ever before.  Caprice had also got pictures developed&lt;br /&gt;from the camera we had sent to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;It showed a little girl walking, marching, playing&lt;br /&gt;and smiling.  I wished we had gotten that girl.&lt;br /&gt;The one we got looked like her but just hadn't&lt;br /&gt;played or anything.  We ate at the Italian place&lt;br /&gt;again tonight and Caprice got Ivy to smile with&lt;br /&gt;patty-cake.  That is the first time I had ever&lt;br /&gt;seen her smile.  She still gets upset when Caprice&lt;br /&gt;puts her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in Guangzhou do not stare and say&lt;br /&gt;hello like other places.  I kind of miss it.  There&lt;br /&gt;are so many people here.  I was out for about&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours today and saw so many beautiful&lt;br /&gt;people here.  It is just different here.  I have&lt;br /&gt;been out very late by myself and have never&lt;br /&gt;once worried that I am going to get shot or&lt;br /&gt;mugged.  I may get ran over if I don't pay&lt;br /&gt;attention when walking, but I am careful&lt;br /&gt;with that.  I wished any of you who have&lt;br /&gt;yet to come could just experience 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;of this place.  It is overwhelming in some&lt;br /&gt;ways.  It is just different than what we are&lt;br /&gt;use to.  The people here are nice, helpful&lt;br /&gt;and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-5025219236193010268?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5025219236193010268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=5025219236193010268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5025219236193010268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5025219236193010268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-saw-her-smile-today.html' title='I saw her smile today'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-7287115066008017542</id><published>2008-11-16T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:12:31.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy takes small, very small steps</title><content type='html'>Today we went off the island to where the locals shop.&lt;br /&gt;It is the same meat and vegtable market we were at&lt;br /&gt;last time we were here.  You know what the vegtables&lt;br /&gt;look like, but the live chickens become chicken parts&lt;br /&gt;right before your eyes.  We noticed they also had cute&lt;br /&gt;bunny rabbits there next to the chickens.  Cuts of meat&lt;br /&gt;were hanging on hooks above the chopping counter.  It&lt;br /&gt;was all right there for you to see and smell.  That is the&lt;br /&gt;bad thing about pictures from China; Without the smells&lt;br /&gt;you cannot experience China.  At home, we have about&lt;br /&gt;6 maybe 7 repugnant odors but China has many unique&lt;br /&gt;odors.  Regardless, a stink is a stink in any country.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the electronics and toy market with the&lt;br /&gt;group today.  We returned in time to join a friend for&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the italian restaurant.  It was the best food&lt;br /&gt;we had had in quite some time, though not the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the playroom at the White Swan again&lt;br /&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy rejected me this morning.  I mashed a banana&lt;br /&gt;for her this morning and she ate most of it.  She took a&lt;br /&gt;few bottles today and ate a little supper tonight.&lt;br /&gt;She cried when I took her out of her stroller today but&lt;br /&gt;I held her anyway.  The most promising thing I saw&lt;br /&gt;today was at dinner.  There were Cheerios on the table.&lt;br /&gt;One must have stuck to the edge of hand at one point.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to mash them with both of her hands and then&lt;br /&gt;would lift them up to check and see if there were any&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios hanging on.  At the playroom she pushed a few&lt;br /&gt;buttons on the toys but a hand would remain on Caprice.&lt;br /&gt;All of there are good signs.  She still looks around with&lt;br /&gt;her eyes moving and head not.  The distress always&lt;br /&gt;apparent in her face.  The transition has been hard&lt;br /&gt;for Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know several people have had trouble posting&lt;br /&gt;comments.  I appreciate the personal emails also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-7287115066008017542?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287115066008017542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=7287115066008017542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/7287115066008017542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/7287115066008017542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ivy-takes-small-very-small-steps.html' title='Ivy takes small, very small steps'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-8116776107953220053</id><published>2008-11-15T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:26:24.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 and 6  Orphanage visit and more</title><content type='html'>It seems like a long time since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;First, thanks for all of the concern and&lt;br /&gt;prayers for my uncle. I hope that he&lt;br /&gt;has hope. He was diagnosed with lung&lt;br /&gt;cancer today. He has an appointment&lt;br /&gt;with a specialist. I hope there are options&lt;br /&gt;for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day. Our guide took&lt;br /&gt;us and another lady and her newly adopted&lt;br /&gt;soon to the Dongguan orphanage which was&lt;br /&gt;an hour drive. It was a really nice looking&lt;br /&gt;place and very clean. We got to see some of&lt;br /&gt;the kids there and the crib were Ivy slept&lt;br /&gt;and her favorite playmate. He also cried&lt;br /&gt;at the very site of me. Most importantly, we&lt;br /&gt;got to see them feed the babies. They had a&lt;br /&gt;bowl of this oatmeal like porridge and they&lt;br /&gt;lady the baby in their lap and just started&lt;br /&gt;spooning it into its mouth very quickly. We&lt;br /&gt;had them feed Ivy, but after a couple of bites&lt;br /&gt;she started rejecting it. They tried to force it&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail. They said she must be sick or&lt;br /&gt;stressed. We then went to Ivy's finding place&lt;br /&gt;which was the nursery at the hosptial in Humen&lt;br /&gt;City. I guess her mother had her and sneaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the road leading up to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;thinking about how this mother walked that same&lt;br /&gt;road for the same child, but under very different&lt;br /&gt;circumstances. I know all of us who have adopted&lt;br /&gt;from China have heard the comments from people&lt;br /&gt;who believe these people don't love their babies.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this woman who I traveled behind had to&lt;br /&gt;make some pretty difficult decisions. That area is&lt;br /&gt;more wealthy than alot of China. They had a&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds so we grabbed some to eat on the 3 hour&lt;br /&gt;ride back to our hotel. We ate at Lucy's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Caprice and Ivy went to do the medical exam.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go, but was just feeling up to it. Then&lt;br /&gt;Caprice dropped Ivy off with me and Emma at the&lt;br /&gt;park and she went and did some paperwork. She&lt;br /&gt;has really been the one pulling everything together&lt;br /&gt;on this adoption. We met back at the room and&lt;br /&gt;ordered PaPa Johns. Off to shopping for kids cloths&lt;br /&gt;in the late afternoon and then back to Lucy's. We&lt;br /&gt;finished the night at the playroom at the White&lt;br /&gt;Swan. We did not even know they had one until&lt;br /&gt;our friend told us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what we did but the question remains how&lt;br /&gt;is Ivy doing. Well yesterday was alot of traveling and&lt;br /&gt;not really any chance for her to grow any. So it was&lt;br /&gt;cry at Greg and latch on to Caprice all the time. The&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was when the nanny at the orphanage&lt;br /&gt;said Caprice needs to stop carrying her so much.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't mean so much when I said it but now Caprice&lt;br /&gt;is trying to make her walk more. Last night I spent&lt;br /&gt;a little time with her but it didn't go very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she rode in her stroller and would cry when&lt;br /&gt;Caprice was not pushing the stroller. She fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;as did Emma while shopping and through most of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the playroom she stood next to Caprice&lt;br /&gt;and fretted. Tonight as soon as we walked in the door I&lt;br /&gt;took Ivy in the bedroom and shut the door. She sat in&lt;br /&gt;my lap at the computer. While it was uploading pictures&lt;br /&gt;I would rub her and talk to her, but didn't let her look&lt;br /&gt;back at the door or start to break into crying. I gave her&lt;br /&gt;a bath and a bottle. She feel asleep a few minutes ago in&lt;br /&gt;my lap as I was typing this post. She has a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Her medical exam said her throst could be sore. We are&lt;br /&gt;starting her on the antibiotic tonight. She has had a cough&lt;br /&gt;that sounds like there is a lot of fluid back there and her&lt;br /&gt;crying voice does sound really funny, kind of like the blare&lt;br /&gt;of a poorly played trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend left us some pedialite that will help her. She just&lt;br /&gt;hasn't shown the ability or desire to eat anything. The&lt;br /&gt;sooner we get home the better. When I had her shirt off&lt;br /&gt;tonight her stomach looked really wrinkled at times. She&lt;br /&gt;has had to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottoem three rows are new photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/la8N4qwBqwVw6mT6esvGGw?authkey=snk_9LTml44"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/la8N4qwBqwVw6mT6esvGGw?authkey=snk_9LTml44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all keep thinking about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-8116776107953220053?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116776107953220053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=8116776107953220053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/8116776107953220053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/8116776107953220053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-5-and-6-orphanage-visit-and-more.html' title='Day 5 and 6  Orphanage visit and more'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-6818009908069135111</id><published>2008-11-13T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:03:39.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 Not Really Eating</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to the Botanical Garden&lt;br /&gt;and a Buddhist temple. After lunch we&lt;br /&gt;walked around some of the local markets&lt;br /&gt;with another family. They traveled with&lt;br /&gt;a family from Franklin on their first adoption.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Lucy's, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy didn't eat hardly anything yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Today she didn't do any better. We have&lt;br /&gt;been giving her Ensure we brought, but&lt;br /&gt;are down to just a few of those. She threw&lt;br /&gt;up on Caprice at lunch today. We got some&lt;br /&gt;rice cereal to bottle feed her. We are going&lt;br /&gt;to visit her orphanage in the morning so&lt;br /&gt;maybe they can help tell us what she really&lt;br /&gt;ate each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is just tramatized. I brought her&lt;br /&gt;back to the room while Caprice and Emma&lt;br /&gt;were at the park. When I came out of the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom she was in the bedroom in the&lt;br /&gt;farthest corner looking distress and rocking&lt;br /&gt;side to side. Past her tears, I see her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still not active.  Once in a while Ivy&lt;br /&gt;will pick up a toy and hold it, but not play&lt;br /&gt;with it.  I make her get down and walk&lt;br /&gt;a little everyday to help her gain some&lt;br /&gt;independence.  She looks so funny.&lt;br /&gt;We thought from her referral picture&lt;br /&gt;that she would be husky, but she is&lt;br /&gt;small.  I can't wait to get her home&lt;br /&gt;to get her settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some news that my uncle is in the&lt;br /&gt;hospital with a heart condition and is to&lt;br /&gt;have/had surgery. I sure hope that he&lt;br /&gt;is made well. We were looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to seeing everyone when we are home&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At top are a couple of picture from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-6818009908069135111?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6818009908069135111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=6818009908069135111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/6818009908069135111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/6818009908069135111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-4-not-really-eating.html' title='Day 4 Not Really Eating'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-2261024051903124981</id><published>2008-11-12T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:24:49.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Still in Guangzhou</title><content type='html'>Today we walked off the island to the street&lt;br /&gt;market where you can buy dried seahorses&lt;br /&gt;or antelope antlers for cooking.  We had an&lt;br /&gt;official adoption certificate done this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;The we came back and Caprice took Emma to&lt;br /&gt;the park with another girl.  I stayed here with&lt;br /&gt;Ivy.  After Caprice left, Ivy went and laid by the&lt;br /&gt;door.  I had to move her when room service came.&lt;br /&gt;Then she would go into whatever room I wasn't in.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed here and then I decided she would like&lt;br /&gt;to go walking.  She walks really well.  I haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;her fall once.  We walked down to the park and&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to a woman that looked like Caprice and&lt;br /&gt;Ivy had her arms out, but was shocked when picked&lt;br /&gt;up, realizing it wasn't her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy didn't really eat anything today.  She doesn't really&lt;br /&gt;chew anything.  She holds things in her mouth and&lt;br /&gt;may swallow later, may not.  Thank goodness for Ensure.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't reaching for things much and just doesn't do&lt;br /&gt;much other than sit with Caprice.  She travels well and&lt;br /&gt;doesn't complain.  I can still make her cry with the touch&lt;br /&gt;of a finger.  When she cries she looks like she really tries&lt;br /&gt;to hold it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she would eat. &lt;br /&gt;We ate at Lucy's twice today.&lt;br /&gt;The top photo is one I just took.&lt;br /&gt;I can wait to get her back so you all can see her.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-2261024051903124981?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2261024051903124981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=2261024051903124981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/2261024051903124981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/2261024051903124981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-3-still-in-guangzhou.html' title='Day 3 Still in Guangzhou'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-4582470586924893208</id><published>2008-11-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:12:08.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>On gotcha day, Ivy was poseable. Whatever position&lt;br /&gt;you put her arms in is where they stayed. Finally this&lt;br /&gt;morning she started to reach for a few things. She&lt;br /&gt;crys whenever Caprice puts her down or gets out of&lt;br /&gt;sight. I can put one finger on her hand and she&lt;br /&gt;will cry. I have been showing this off to the other&lt;br /&gt;travelers. Emma gets so mad when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;(Emma is the real hero of the trip. We have been&lt;br /&gt;lost, hungry, no toliet, and long sitting and no&lt;br /&gt;real complaints) Ivy looks so funny walking&lt;br /&gt;around. She walks rocking side to side and&lt;br /&gt;still rocks when standing in one place.&lt;br /&gt;I am torn between wanting Ivy to walk&lt;br /&gt;and do more but also letting Caprice hold her&lt;br /&gt;to bond. I am posting this at 5am here and I&lt;br /&gt;think it is the first night the 3 or 4 of us have&lt;br /&gt;slept all night. It will be interesting to see&lt;br /&gt;what new development Ivy will have on day3.&lt;br /&gt;Now she eats many things, but a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;She will suck down a bottle of Ensure but&lt;br /&gt;place any food in her mouth and she holds it&lt;br /&gt;like she wants it to dissolve and then swallow.&lt;br /&gt;Other kids here are chomping and chewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do activities yesterday. Except we&lt;br /&gt;did go and make Ivy's adoption final!!! There&lt;br /&gt;are some really cute babies here. I met a 9 year&lt;br /&gt;old adoptee boy last night at our group dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We only played a little while but had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;He insisted his new parents take a picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought it would be cool to adopt&lt;br /&gt;an older child someday. Hopefully today we will&lt;br /&gt;get out and do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustrating thing on this trip is that we&lt;br /&gt;brought so much stuff that we cannot find what&lt;br /&gt;we need when looking for it. Even though our&lt;br /&gt;our suite is large, there is no place to put things.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try the gym today to get on some&lt;br /&gt;type of schedule of doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other families with our agency, but since&lt;br /&gt;we didn't travel with them, we really don't know&lt;br /&gt;them. Emma reall likes our guide Bob. She lights&lt;br /&gt;up when she seems him. It is nice to see someone&lt;br /&gt;play with her since I am the one usually playing&lt;br /&gt;with other peoples kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tommorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-4582470586924893208?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4582470586924893208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=4582470586924893208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/4582470586924893208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/4582470586924893208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-3915957989311848043</id><published>2008-11-10T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:48:25.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>We didn't do anything today before our 130pm&lt;br /&gt;meeting in the lobby.  By 2pm we were loaded&lt;br /&gt;on a bus and rode a few miles.  We went up the&lt;br /&gt;elevator and waited for about 20 minutes.  I&lt;br /&gt;was taking pics for another family and then&lt;br /&gt;someone said that my baby was here.  Emma&lt;br /&gt;had seen her first and said "that is my sister".&lt;br /&gt;Before I got there Caprice was already holding&lt;br /&gt;her.  It was so fast!  There was no orderly&lt;br /&gt;calling out names and going up to recieve your&lt;br /&gt;child as with Emma.  We also haven't traveled&lt;br /&gt;with any of these people, so other than meeting&lt;br /&gt;at breakfast this morning, we didn't know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy never really cried.  She has had the same&lt;br /&gt;expression as in all her photos.  One of the&lt;br /&gt;Chinese ladies there shook her and said something&lt;br /&gt;that almost brought a smile.  I broke off some&lt;br /&gt;pieces of a cracker and put it to her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;She will take it in but will not move toward it&lt;br /&gt;or react if you move it away.  She took a nap&lt;br /&gt;once we got to the room.  We feed her some&lt;br /&gt;chocolate ensure and then I gave her a bath.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to sit on the bathroom counter&lt;br /&gt;but once I put her in the sink with the water&lt;br /&gt;running she was fine.  She seems well.  She&lt;br /&gt;laid in bed with me and fell asleep but Emma&lt;br /&gt;was getting tired so it was quickly interrupted&lt;br /&gt;to go dine at Lucy's, again.  We ordered rice and&lt;br /&gt;conge.  She ate more conge than rice but ate&lt;br /&gt;just as much of Emma's spaghetti noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Caprice gave her a french fry and she held&lt;br /&gt;it until it dissolved.  She ate one bit of it when&lt;br /&gt;we fed it to her.  She does not do anything but&lt;br /&gt;move her eyes around and turn her head a&lt;br /&gt;little.  Shortly after I held her I put her down&lt;br /&gt;and she can walk without falling.  There&lt;br /&gt;were alot of families there with cleft babies.&lt;br /&gt;There was one cute Chinese  boy.  He acted&lt;br /&gt;like he thought he was suppose to cry but&lt;br /&gt;really was happy with his new dad.  There&lt;br /&gt;were a total of 51 families getting their baby&lt;br /&gt;today.  I think half was with us and the&lt;br /&gt;other half came in as we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just assumed from the picture that she&lt;br /&gt;would be the exact opposite of Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is thick, Emma's thin.&lt;br /&gt;She looks husky, Emma is petite.&lt;br /&gt;She is fair and Emma is darker.&lt;br /&gt;Emma cried the first three days and&lt;br /&gt;would not make eye contact.  Ivy will&lt;br /&gt;make eye contact and has hardly made a&lt;br /&gt;sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma has enjoyed being a sister today.&lt;br /&gt;She is curious about everything and&lt;br /&gt;wants to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just taking it slow and mete&lt;br /&gt;out what we think Ivy would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few added pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/abouttheallens/ChineseIvy?authkey=snk_9LTml44"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/abouttheallens/ChineseIvy?authkey=snk_9LTml44&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-3915957989311848043?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3915957989311848043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=3915957989311848043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/3915957989311848043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/3915957989311848043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotcha-day.html' title='Gotcha Day'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-7308232960069541062</id><published>2008-11-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:05:46.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wanzai Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight we are in Guangzhou. Tommorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we meet Ivy.  Thanks to everyone following&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and commenting. I wish you all could be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to experience this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do a long and short version of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our Wanzai, but my short version is getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;long. So here is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we adopted Emma we were offered a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trip to Wanzai but we decided against because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were told it was a long bumpy ride.  I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;having back pain and we were told we would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not get to go inside the orphanage. So we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;opted to not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we started our drive. It was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;three hours of seeing all types of vehicles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on the highway, but mostly scooters. How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many people can a scooter carry? Atleast 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but more when you tie a rope and pull a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;second one. Little kids sandwiched between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;adults.  No helmets. It is interesting to see&lt;br /&gt;little kids playing within 30' of the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess if you don't learn quick&lt;br /&gt;you don't stick around long. We saw so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;things we think are hazards but&lt;br /&gt;when you have to worry about food everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you have a different perspective. There were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;factories along the way and a few times we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;came upon a city/factory area that had alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of tall apartments and many more being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;built. It is just amazing that in a rural area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you would see so much housing. One of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were told had 300,000 population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Wanzai we went to the orphanage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We waited on the director. She at first&lt;br /&gt;seemed a little cold, but that soon went away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We did not get to see inside where the&lt;br /&gt;babies stay, but we had already asked and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gotten so much that we did not want to ask&lt;br /&gt;for anything else. I will explain more about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this in private and especially to those from&lt;br /&gt;Wanzai. There have only been 6 kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;adopted from Wanzai this year and 30 babies&lt;br /&gt;are there now. We of course did make a donation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to the orphanage and to my suprise got a reciept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They insisted we go to eat with them. So we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a small restaurant that only had private rooms for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dining. I found a dried beef that I could eat, Caprice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ate noodles, and Emma ate alot. I left the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;before anyone else and went outside to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;around and see the river that flows through town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the civil affairs building. A crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quickly formed. It was hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;because of the noise and constriction of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people around. We stayed only for about 10&lt;br /&gt;minutes.  I had tried to explain to Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here and at the orphanage that she was here&lt;br /&gt;for a little while when she was a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She kept asking to play with kids or go to a park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all failed to acknowledge how the actions of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one person in that spot just a few years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had changed our lives.  We started to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;away but the crowd began to follow so we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got in the car and rode to the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of the town center.  I didn't care if they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;followed us but our guide seemed less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;comfortable with strangers.  We found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a park area. There were electric cars&lt;br /&gt;that kids could pay to ride in a courtyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It looked dangerous and fun. Emma loved it.&lt;br /&gt;I played with a couple of girls at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emma just loved being there and approached&lt;br /&gt;alot of kids and played with them. There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;were a line of young girls there that would&lt;br /&gt;say "hello, how are you?" and then laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when I replied in there same coached manner&lt;br /&gt;"I am good. How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide was ready to go, but I always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;want to see where people live and work.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the street markets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there. It seemed that the middle age people&lt;br /&gt;were less lookers, but the older and below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30 were very interested. There were&lt;br /&gt;alot of young kids walking along, crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;streets without any adults. I was suprised&lt;br /&gt;when I noticed that the two girls from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;park were following us. They followed us&lt;br /&gt;a long way. I would stop and play with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We could not speak the same language&lt;br /&gt;but we still had fun together. We walked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;until it was time to leave and then our&lt;br /&gt;guide could not give our driver directions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to where we were. So we waited. While&lt;br /&gt;waiting, I made some new friends at a hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;salon. I wanted to do free hugs in Wanzai&lt;br /&gt;(look it up on youtube) but no time. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when a girl at the salon said hello, I did my&lt;br /&gt;version there. Everyone had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They all stood outside and watched&lt;br /&gt;us until we were gone. When we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;getting in our car two little girls went by&lt;br /&gt;and I said hello, they ran away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unexpectedly, one of them came running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back.  I held my hand out and she touched it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as we were pulling away. That moment&lt;br /&gt;was priceless. I hated to leave, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyone else was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back we saw a fatal motorcycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;accident victim. Then it got darker and&lt;br /&gt;harder to see. Cars ride in the left lane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and bikes and scooters in the right. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;drivers cross the double yellow and pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometime they pass in the right lane. Alot&lt;br /&gt;of scooters and bike didn't have working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lights. Two little boys ran in front of our&lt;br /&gt;car when it was dark. It was kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back late and ate with our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guide. We flew to Guangzhou this morning.&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at Lucy's came back and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fell asleep and order PaPa John's.&lt;br /&gt;Our suite and service at the Victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is the nicest we have had in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for suffering through the long post.&lt;br /&gt;This link may work for a few photos we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/abouttheallens/ChineseIvy?authkey=snk_9LTml44" target="_blank"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/abouttheallens/ChineseIvy?authkey=snk_9LTml44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-7308232960069541062?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7308232960069541062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=7308232960069541062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/7308232960069541062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/7308232960069541062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-wanzai-trip.html' title='Our Wanzai Trip'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-5814171979426895878</id><published>2008-11-07T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:43:24.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>We flew into Nanchang today.  My favorite city in China.  It was light rain and drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;We got settled into to our room and got ready to visit some of our favorite places, but&lt;br /&gt;because of the rain we hurried past everything.  Then I led Emma and Caprice off on&lt;br /&gt;the wandering that I like to do when out of the country.  We went down side streets and&lt;br /&gt;alleys until we were really turned around.  It was getting dark.  No one speaks any english.&lt;br /&gt;More rain meant all the taxis were full.  Finally some young men stopped to help.  They&lt;br /&gt;stayed with us for about 20 minutes until we got in a cab.  Caprice had her room key that&lt;br /&gt;had the hotel name in Chinese.  Otherwise we are not sure how we would have told anyone&lt;br /&gt;where we needed to go.  Emma was a real trooper.  She said she was getting a little nervous,&lt;br /&gt;after she realized we were trying to get a taxi but none would stop.  We came back to the room&lt;br /&gt;and crashed for a little while and then went back out to Pizza Hut.  Emma fell asleep after eating.&lt;br /&gt;We made it back without detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had kind of forgotten what the people here were like.  There are just a few responses we get.&lt;br /&gt;Some people walk by and hardly notice us.  Many will pass and after making eye contact will&lt;br /&gt;offer some engagement, a smile, a wave, or a hello.  Most will stare and continue to&lt;br /&gt;stare without attempt to hide their actions.  It is really funny to see people walk ahead of you and then turn around and look back at you.  It really is kind of funny and we enjoy the attention&lt;br /&gt;(I admit it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting pictures of Wanzai tommorrow.  It will be a long trip.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following.&lt;br /&gt;greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-5814171979426895878?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5814171979426895878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=5814171979426895878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5814171979426895878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5814171979426895878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-4776026763358509871</id><published>2008-11-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:11:50.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>We finally made it to HK.  We had 1 hour wait on the plane and 15.25 hours in flight.&lt;br /&gt;We got in settle in our room about 10pm last night and walked looking for a place to&lt;br /&gt;eat.  Emma wanted noodles, but we had to settle for very bad McDonalds.  Today we&lt;br /&gt;went to Victoria's Peak and Stanley Market.  The first was real nice the second, not.&lt;br /&gt;Emma fell asleep on the taxi ride back to the ferry at 530 and is still asleep(it is midnight).&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow we will fly to Nanchang where we met Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Today at Victoria's, Emma saw some kids playing and said, "Look at those Chinese kids.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play with them"  When I asked if she was Chinese, she respnded laughing "yes".&lt;br /&gt;She had tried to play with this other little girl who immediately sought her family each time&lt;br /&gt;Emma approached.  Here parents and grandparents tried to improve the situation, but to&lt;br /&gt;no avail.  Pictures of Wanzai(Emma's birth city) expected soon.  Good Bye.  Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-4776026763358509871?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4776026763358509871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=4776026763358509871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/4776026763358509871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/4776026763358509871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-in-hong-kong.html' title='We are in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4877955749805276261.post-5900413497884429455</id><published>2008-11-03T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:56:39.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before we travel</title><content type='html'>Thank you for your interest in following our journey to adopt our second daughter.&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, picking a name was difficult.  We chose Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;We leave tommorrow morning.  We start with Nashville to Newark and then onto&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong.  We will be in Jiangxi and Guangdong.  I can't wait to get there and back.&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4877955749805276261-5900413497884429455?l=chineseivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5900413497884429455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4877955749805276261&amp;postID=5900413497884429455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5900413497884429455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4877955749805276261/posts/default/5900413497884429455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chineseivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-before-we-travel.html' title='the day before we travel'/><author><name>Greg Allen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTXsTGJ8NE8/SdrvC7sY7NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/nKeG67iV--E/S220/IMGP0069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
