



Thoughts and life experiences of a family adopting from China






Scottie




My first horny toad photo!



Next we explored our amusement park-like options. Sebastian flat-out refused to go near the ferris wheel, so we settled on the more familiar carousel (there is one in the mall that he has ridden many times). Tripp and I were both privileged to accompany Sebastian on a ride. Nighttime moving shots seemed to have stumped my camera. OK, OK, I was really the one that was stumped (though Tripp was more stumped- ha!), but here are the photos, such as they are:


After the carousel, "Mama" as I have been called now for the last week (a result, perhaps, of our "Chinese for the Adoptive Parent" CD constantly playing in the car) actually won something at the throwing-darts-at-balloons game. The man lured me in by saying that even if I missed, he would give me something for Sebastian. The smallest stuffed animal, I assumed. But I totally rocked the darts, and popped 4 with 3 darts! Yet, I still only got the tiniest stuffed animal, a bulldog about 6 inches long. Rip-off! Apparently you have to "work your way up" to the worth-it prizes by paying upwards of $25 in darts. I don't think so! I'd rather continue to begrudge all the happy, proud dads that I see carrying around prizes that are bigger than they are.
Still no TA...maybe tomorrow?
Jen
