Lost in Translation, China style

It's day 3 with BiBi, and the word of the day is copacetic. (Sorry if you have that song stuck in your head now.) We got up, had breakfast, ran around the hotel, played with toys, jumped on the bed, and everything is just peachy. Everything except for the growing dread that the days are starting to run together and we'll never get out of this hotel again. But for the girls, at least, it's a blast.

In fact, Sophie wrote a new song to express her utter happiness at having a sister to love and share her happy childhood memories with. It's called "The Boobie Song," and Lisa (aka "The Man") absolutely doesn't want this posted to the world.



The lyrics, in case you missed it, go "When the Boobie Song is over... When the Boobie Song is over... When the Boobie Song is over... When the Boobie Song is over..." It's actually quite a mind-bender of a song because it, in fact, never ends, and thus we never learn what happens when the Boobie Song is over.

We have vague notions to go to the Chongqing zoo or maybe dinner or maybe shopping, but it's really hard to plan things. BiBi is a runner, which means that she has to be in a sling on Lisa's front at most times. If we put her down, she's gone, and it's up to Sophie to catch her. Sophie is probably the one person who will come home from this trip weighing less. BiBi eats everything we put in front of her, and Lisa and I just load up on breakfast buffets and then take lots of pictures all day.