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saturday morning cartoons

We got home from a trip to Wuhan last night. Phil and I had some meetings to attend. This morning we all slept until 8am. Wow. Well, to clarify, Madeleine and I both slept till 8, the other 2 are still asleep.

I've decided that Saturday mornings can be "cartoon" mornings for Maddie. We don't have cartoons that she can watch on Chinese TV so she can watch multiple episodes of Dora, Blue's Clues or something like that. I wish we had cartoons. That would be fun.

This morning is gray and a tiny bit cool. I'd love it to be totally fall like but we're not there yet. Lots of folks are already wearing long sleeves - mostly the elderly - and so we must have had cool weather while we were away. Once cold weather comes, even just for a couple days, the elderly and kids are often seen in long sleeves until fall and winter are completely over - meaning until around May 1st.

I'm trying to figure out a schedule for the nanny that we've met. She's worked for us twice now before we went to Wuhan (were there 4 days). I have to figure in my language study time (5 hours a week which I hope to do with the office staff), office time and just the general amount of time that I want her around to be with the girls. Our biggest factors for having a nanny here is for Lilian and Maddie's language, so that I can study and be a part of the CCA work. I think I've figured out a good schedule for us so I'll call Xiao Hui later this morning and see what she thinks.

I like her a lot so I hope we can work it out in a way that is good for us all.

For some reason, life seems very exciting this morning.

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