I also thought she'd nap for a long time because I am an eternal optimist, but nay. So when we went to see Joel's family, I told them not to take anything she did personally because she was a fragile, emotional creature.
Dat is a Hazel.
We went to the aquarium, which I think helped stave off Eleanor's exhaustion-rage. You can't stop Eleanor counting things if you tried.
One, two, sree, four, fibe, six, seben…lossa jellyfish!
One, two, sree…TWENTY PENGUINS!
One fish, two fish, one fish, NEW FISH!
My sister's mother-in-law once told me that I would be so proud of my kids I could barf. Watching Eleanor troop through the aquarium with cheer and good manners, knowing how tired she was and how squidgy she is around unfamiliar people and new situations, I wanted to somehow inject into her brain a sense of how proud of her I was.
Cousins in space!
This whole trip so far, with all of its set-backs, she's been friendly and patient, pleasant and fun. I like my little beluga a lot.