It's official, Sammy is finally able to completely turn over. He did his first full turnover today. He can't fully lift his head for more than a few seconds, though, so we need to keep watch over him, just in case he flips over and presses his nose into the bed preventing him from breathing.
Trying to attract the attention of Domu and Pia, I said out loud, US-Marine-style, "Listen up boys and girls!"
Pia replies: we are not poison girls!
I was admiring how pretty Pia's face was, and I asked her to turn her face so I could look at her profile.
Me: You're so beautiful
Pia: No! I'm not beautiful
Me: Ok, you're ugly
Pia: No! I'm not ugly
Me: Then what are you.
Pia: I'm angry.
Yesterday Sammy started trying to roll over. He could only manage to turn halfway, so that he's lying on his right shoulder. I don't know how he will lift his head once he succeeds in turning over.
Also today, we applied for a replacement for his lost passport. He met quite a few people today, with everyone remarking how nice looking he is. Sammy actually smiles at strangers when they greet him.
A woman and her child tickled Sammy's feet at the immigration center today, while at the tram, a few Chinese ladies were doting over him, talking about him. I couldn't understand what they were saying but it has something to do with Sammy looking like a Westerner.
Pia wet her bed again last night. The extra bad thing is that she was lying beside her mother, who woke up with a third her shirt dripping wet with Pia's potion.
As I bent down to clean away bits of food on the floor, I noticed Domu's shorts smelled of urine (he has been trying to hold his wee wee, and it seems to have been leaking out). I reminded him for the hundredth time: "Don't hold your weewee. As soon as you feel you want to weewee, go to the toilet. Look, your pants smell like weewee."
PIa, ever striving to be better than her brother, butts in : "Daddy, smell my panty, it doesn't smell like weewee."
