It's Friday afternoon and we are getting the final things packed. Well, I should probably say, we are getting the final things thrown away. That's my style! We have had a good time with the others in our travel group playing Baby Stuff Poker as we trade our extras for things needed for the trip home. “I'll trade you one bag of snack puffs for 6 diapers and some wipes.” “I see your cheerios and will raise you one jar of prunes.”

We didn't see Jesus at our final appointment this morning. I guess Jim Caviezel must have special connections (I'd say so! The big man upstairs!) where he doesn't have to wait in a crowded room with 40 other families for 45 minutes all for a 15-second oath we had to take.

Speaking of the Consulate Appointment...this was our final step of official adoption stuff in China. (Of course there is more paperwork when we arrive at home.) It is simply overwhelming to me that Cheng Hai Bo is ours, that we did it, that it is nearly over and we are going home...with her in hand. I never thought this day would come.

The Americans in the Consulate room were all ready to swear, I mean, take an oath that everything stated on our paperwork was true. We all swore, but yikes...who in the world even remembers what we put on our paperwork completed nearly two years ago?

We dragged the Shaung Bao Tai (twins) and their parents to the Banana Leaf Thai restaurant after our big ta-do about nothing appointment. That was some great food! So on this trip we have had Chinese, Japanese, Thai-ese, dirty knees.

While we were enjoying our “flied wice”, Eliana decided to Do Her Business (think prunes). Well, as I have mentioned before, there is no such thing as a changing table for this chore. So off I headed to the Toilet (as it is called here, aptly named) with squallering stinky girl in tow. The restaurant/mall area was packed with people so I knew that there was NO WAY I was getting out of this experience undamaged. First I did the Horrible Thing of placing my child on the bathroom floor (I laid something down first, of course, but that didn't matter.) The Hens were out in full force. I am not kidding – there were at least six ladies that all Gathered Around to see The Show. White Lady Seen Changing Chinese Baby In Toilet. Much pointing and chirping began. First I was informed that my child had too few clothes on. (All in Chinese sign language, of course – very dramatic.) One lady started rubbing her hands together, and then placed her warm hands on Eliana's tummy to calm her down (because of course she was squawking). Then another rubbed her hands down her arms to keep them warm. Of course the whole time there was the Chinese Chatter to keep the baby from crying – an interesting mixture of sing-songing and yapping. Begin The Interview. “Where you from?” “Your baby grill oh boy?” “China Baby?” “How old?” “First baby?” “Two boys!!! You have two boys already?!?! [Chatter chatter chatter] How old they??” And on it went. Then the Crowd had to help me get Eliana dressed, get everything all closed up. I did happen to notice that not a one of them grabbed the poo-poo diaper. Where's a Hen when you need one.

The Yunnan families are having a Last Hurrah tonight at the Chinese restaurant in the hotel. Should be a lot of guffawing and Chinglishing. Afterwards we all have the enviable task of stuffing our suitcases and setting them out for the Luggage Fairy to come one last time. It's time to go home. Zaijen (goobye) to China.