Blen Brookhouse

Thursday started at about 6:30, twelve hours after we put Blen to sleep, she woke up. She made lots of noise overnight and seemed to be humming simple tunes in her sleep, but she never woke up. It was nice to hear her make noise because, other than crying, she didn't make a sound the day before. Oh yeah, since arriving we've always referred to her as Blen because all the documents have that as the name and then we met the mom and then we met her and slowly we've both decided that her name is Blen and we should keep it Blen. She looks like a Blen - not Addison.

So, back to today. Blen woke up a little happier than yesterday, but she is not a fan of her new dad. I was not able to touch her or get too close without crying. She is stuck to Wendy at all times and once I tried to take her to give Wendy a break while Blen was already crying pretty hard, she just went completely ballistic and I gave her right back. We just pretty much hung out in the room this morning. I went to the store for a couple of things and when I came back Wendy said she smiled and giggled and laughed but once I got back, back to her somber self. She does look at me and make eye contact but sometimes she deliberately blinks at me and she also shrugs her shoulders at me (both of which she doesn't do to mom). We think she means something by it but we don't know for sure.

We went to the US Embassy for our appointment and it turned out to be more like a trip to the secretary of state than anything else and one more thing I was worried about was over.

We came back and had some more bonding time, at least for Wendy. I went to get supper and after an hour and a half for our takeout order to be filled (actually pretty standard time for our orders) I got back and it seemed like a different Blen. She giggled a little and let me touch her on the foot a couple of times. Maybe there is hope for me. Wendy's putting her down now and I'm about wore out. Good night.