First time daddy picks him up.
Even a sucker can't keep him awake.
Holding, almost clutching the photo album we sent.
Noah woke up at the hotel and loved the truck with the soft push handle the starts an engine. He's a bit cautious at this time but has smiled, gone to daddy and at a big lunch at McDs.
His smile is infectious. He giggled when Keith scratched his back . . . hmm. . . ticklish?
His skin is as dry as can be--we slathered him with hand lotion but will need to do that a lot in the next few days. He seems a bit congested and has a runny nose and a cough. Hoping it is minor but will have the doctor examine him in Guangzhou, if Shiyan brings one to the hotel.
Funniest moment so far: Noah went to the door and indicated to go out. I opened the door. He steps out, turns around, looks at me, raises his hand and waves bye-bye!
Sorry buddy. You're ours!!!
Keith just now worked his daddy magic and got Noah to sleep. He seems to like his little fleece blanket, especially the silk tag.
More later. Hugs from Wuhan. All is going well so far. God is truly in this.