When we were signing our paperwork at the agency, the social worker taught us a new word, beshert. It is Yiddish for "destiny" or "meant to be." I feel so fortunate to see this clearly. All the pain and disappointment of the past months has pointed us here and brought Olivia into our lives. I am asking all of you to remind me of this sentiment when Olivia is throwing a tantrum in the grocery store, or begging to have her ears pierced at age 5, or puking with the stomach flu. :)
Thursday night Olivia got invited to her first party. Our Indonesian landlord made satay for the Chinese New Year and invited us and our neighbors next door, Matt and Tracy (from Ft. Walton.) It is traditional to wear red on the Chinese New year, so off to Target we went to find Olivia the perfect outfit. Matt & Tracy are really fun, and Margie is a total trip. We laughed a lot. Olivia enjoyed herself too. (Who are we kidding? She slept through the whole thing.)
Today was our first day off with the baby- our second freeway free day. We finally got it together and left the house about 2 PM. (Hey, it takes awhile to construct the appearance of being a "hot mom" who has the diaper bag packed with every little thing her baby may need and her own lip gloss and sunglasses.)
Our first stop was the Pacific Diner to see Vicki and the gang, as promised. The girls oohed and ahhed over Olivia, who was sleeping, of course, and Vicki cried. Best omelet I've ever had. Then we cruised down to Pt. Fermin Park, one of the coolest places in San Pedro. See video #2 below.
Tomorrow Olivia will enjoy her first Superbowl. (Or sleep through it.) I think she's decided to root for the Steelers. She would have a much easier time cheering for Pittsburgh if she had a terrible towel to grasp with her little fist and swing around her little head (hint, hint, Auntie Margie Caughlan!)
All for now...