Breakfast was kinda like dinner. Crazy. He's genuinely amazed at all the things he's never seen and/or had before. We went through the line at the hotel's buffet, and he inspects each type of food and says yes or no to tell me if he wants some on his plate. Which results in a strange cacophony of foods on his plate. This morning it was a cheese danish, bacon, white rice, stir fried veggies topped with some chopped-up pickled something or other, 2 drinking yogurts and a sugar doughnut. At the table he added the veggies to the rice and put the bacon on top of it all. Because doesn't bacon make everything better? Some things are universal. Unlike dinner the previous night, he ate everything on his plate and went back for seconds of the white rice with stir fried veggies topped with some chopped-up pickled something or other and more bacon. At one point he pointed to food in decanters that were decorating the walls or the restaurant and asked if he could eat that too.
We spent the morning making returning to the Civil Affairs office. So as of 11:00am, all the interviews are done, the paperwork all signed and notarized. It's a done deal! RuLin is an official and legal part of the Crazy (now) 10's!
Speaking of card games, (not really) we taught him how to play war. There are far less ways to cheat when you play war and that makes Mimi happy. We played war no less than 30 times today.
Note to self-do not take an just-recently-not orphan to a grocery store and give him free rein about what to put in the cart. Not that we did that. We didn't. Or at least that wasn't the plan. But apparently Ru is a master at putting stuff in the cart faster than you can explain why we can't have it putting it back on the shelf. The fact that our guide started us in the candy section should have been my clue that the whole trip wasn't going to go smoothly.
Evidently having someone demonstrate how to blow one's nose is hysterical.
In the room heading out the door to lunch and Ru brings me a bag of chips, saying something that lets me know he's asking if he can eat the chips now. The running dialog with him goes something like... No were not going to have chips right now since we're going to lunch. No, not having chips now. Lunch now. No chips. Nope. Not the chips. Put the chips down. Can you please give me the chips? No. Not now. How bout lunch instead? No chips please. Okay I guess we're having chips! as he opens the bag and proceeds to eat them. He knows he's supposes to ask. And he knows right from wrong. But he doesn't necessarily want to do right as compared to wrong. At this stage of the game I'm trying to remember to say yes more than I say no. To say no with a yes. To say no as little as possible. It's not easy especially when he asks.
We had lunch at a noodle shop just a couple blocks down the street. Ru picked out what he wanted by pointing to a picture on the menu and enthusiastically saying yes yes yes and pointing to himself. When his food came he shoveled at least 4 heaping spoonfuls of sambal (a chili oil paste) onto his plate. And not surprisingly he liked it that way. Surprisingly he did say that his can of Coke was too cold though. Go figure.
We might be investing massive amounts of money into Legos when we get home. It's about the only time he's quiet and will play by himself that we've found so far. We have so many of them at home already but he will spend a good hour reading through the instructions, finding just the right piece and assembling the toy.
We went to a park in the afternoon and found a children's area. In hind sight, the children's area with rides was overload for him. Or rather it was over load for Papa and I as we tried to navigate Ru's expectations. He'd run from ride to ride and want to do them all, despite the fact that many weren't working and ticket prices were high even for the ones that were. I saw Ru get upset for the first time when he couldn't do a craft activity since it was closed. Like I mentioned before, we're trying not to say no too much on this part of the journey, and he didn't like it much. He went off to sulk by himself, but was soon coaxed back into the family with an ice cream cone.
I asked about the school he attended today. Our guide asked him some questions and determined that it's the regular ol' neighborhood public school in his community. Ru's curriculum is the same as our guide's son who is also in 1st grade. We're ecstatic that he's had some regular education rather than the special life skills schools that many orphans and special needs children go to instead if they attend school at all.
Anytime we go somewhere it's a lesson in hand holding. I can tell he is very used to running ahead where ever he wants, which is pretty par for most Chinese children. And it's also not gonna fly for this mama in this very busy city with crazy traffic. So the handholding lessons will continue. He's not horribly opposed to it, but he'd much rather not.
On a few occasions now, when Papa (Baba meaning father in Chinese) Boo (ga ga in Chinese meaning big brother) or Mimi (mei mei in Chinese meaning little sister) isn't with us, he'll ask where they and look for them. He most often does this asking for Papa, often stopping in his tracks and going to the last place he saw him. So only 24 hours in, a little bit of attachment is happening and that makes my heart quite happy.
The day ended with his 2nd bath ever. We were told that he wakes at 6 am and goes to bed with 9pm a 2 hour nap each day. 9pm? Really? Since we've been in China I'm usually in bed earlier than that much less the younger children. So things needed to change, and I think it's that nap! Today he was up at 6:30 ish, and we walked and walked all over the park instead of a nap. He and Mimi were in bed by 7:30.
Papa was asleep by 7:31.
Tomorrow we're aiming for getting up at 7am and in bed by 7pm.
Oh please God help it happen.