Tonight as I'm tucking the boys in bed, Cole is talking about when he's in 1st grade next year he bets he won't have to sit next to Mina anymore. I tell him that he might be in Texas next year... or Oklahoma. He says "we're NOT going back to Oklahoma"
Me: We could. We want to go to Texas, but the Air Force could send Daddy to work anywhere
Cole: oh
Me: If you could live anywhere in the whole world where would you want to live?
Cole: Naomie.
Me: What? Where's that?
Cole: You know that state we drove through next to Colorado
Me: Oh, Wyoming. You really want to live in Wyoming? Do you know where Daddy would want to live, in all the world?? Germany!
Cole: OH, ME TOO, ME TOO!
Me: You want to live in Germany? Where they speak German, drink lots of beer, and play lots of soccer??
Cole: YEA YEA! (and holds his thumb up like the greatest idea ever)
Brad: Where's Daddy now?
Me: He's in New Mexico
Brad: I want to live in New Mexo :-( They miss you
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Memories
Speaking of sweet Cole, today I was reminded of ChaChi. When Cole was two years old, he called Santa, "ChaChi". I don't know why, it's just one of those two year old things. We all loved it. He was hysterical with ChaChi sightings. We would drive around looking at Christmas lights and he would yell from the back seat "MO CHACHI!" if the house didn't have a Santa decoration. Like, Move along mom. I've got more ChaChi to see. I promised myself that I would only ever call the big man in the red suit ChaChi.
Guess what - I forgot all about it. Really, my kids are that grown up? How do I forget ChaChi? It's only been a couple years? Horrible. I miss that two year old. He's great at six, but how he stole my heart with his funny toddler sayings.
He's been very inquisitive about Santa and asking really difficult questions to answer. That and he has a memory of a steel trap. He found all the presents in early November. Keith thinks we only have maybe a Christmas or two left for him to belive in ChaChi. Please tell me he's kidding. I mean he just got old enough to understand it. Am I going to have to up my creativity and play into his intellegence? Game.On.
Guess what - I forgot all about it. Really, my kids are that grown up? How do I forget ChaChi? It's only been a couple years? Horrible. I miss that two year old. He's great at six, but how he stole my heart with his funny toddler sayings.
He's been very inquisitive about Santa and asking really difficult questions to answer. That and he has a memory of a steel trap. He found all the presents in early November. Keith thinks we only have maybe a Christmas or two left for him to belive in ChaChi. Please tell me he's kidding. I mean he just got old enough to understand it. Am I going to have to up my creativity and play into his intellegence? Game.On.
Venus vs Mars
Let me take you back.... A long time ago my husband was deployed. I had to wear many hats and do many things that I feel are "his" job. One of which was to teach my son to wipe his bottom. I don't why, but my line of thinking was well indented. Boys are different so he should do it different than I know. He should be wiping from back to front. I taught my young student and he quickly caught on. He was wiping his own rear and that was one less chore I had to worry about.
Then Daddy came home. He saw one look at Cole's accomplishment and screamed "STOP!" That's not how we do it! Daddy informed us all that it was wrong. Do it that way and you'll get poop all over your balls. (ps, if you know Keith you would not be surprised or offended by that statement) Cole being the good listener did just that. He stopped. He stopped wiping his own rear for a year and counting. Cole always would say "when I turn six I will wipe myself." Well, that day came and went. Cole still was refusing to wipe his hinney. I ever so nicely told my husband that he broke it - he's in charge of fixing it. After two days he informed me that the problem was solved.
Today I found out the problem was NOT solved. Cole went over to a friend's house to play after school. He felt... a need... and asked the mother where the bathroom was. He's been over there before, but she graciously pointed it out again. Then Cole asks "but where's the seat thing?" "What seat thing Cole?" This mom said "Do you need a protector?" as she started to put toilet paper on the seat. "No, the seat thing when you wipe" The mom "like toilet paper? How do you do it at school?...Um... do you mean the wet wipes? "NO, the seat thing and I don't go at school!" As this point she sees the panic set into his eyes as she tells him that she doesn't think she has what he's talking about.
As the mother was telling me this story I was torn do to all three things at once (A) call my husband to gripe his head off. It seems he taught Cole to use the bidet. What an easy way out! Daddy the teacher solved the problem by showing him the correct button to push. (B) cry a little bit because my poor son holds it all day because he still doesn't know how to wipe. And (C) laugh at the slightly funny situation my friend found herself in and my poor Cole's face of panic. And the fact that my son uses.a.bidet.
((((SIGH)))) I guess I better put on my jack of all trades hat and teach my son what to do when he's stuck in the wilderness without a bidet. Keith.... you make me laugh.
Then Daddy came home. He saw one look at Cole's accomplishment and screamed "STOP!" That's not how we do it! Daddy informed us all that it was wrong. Do it that way and you'll get poop all over your balls. (ps, if you know Keith you would not be surprised or offended by that statement) Cole being the good listener did just that. He stopped. He stopped wiping his own rear for a year and counting. Cole always would say "when I turn six I will wipe myself." Well, that day came and went. Cole still was refusing to wipe his hinney. I ever so nicely told my husband that he broke it - he's in charge of fixing it. After two days he informed me that the problem was solved.
Today I found out the problem was NOT solved. Cole went over to a friend's house to play after school. He felt... a need... and asked the mother where the bathroom was. He's been over there before, but she graciously pointed it out again. Then Cole asks "but where's the seat thing?" "What seat thing Cole?" This mom said "Do you need a protector?" as she started to put toilet paper on the seat. "No, the seat thing when you wipe" The mom "like toilet paper? How do you do it at school?...Um... do you mean the wet wipes? "NO, the seat thing and I don't go at school!" As this point she sees the panic set into his eyes as she tells him that she doesn't think she has what he's talking about.
As the mother was telling me this story I was torn do to all three things at once (A) call my husband to gripe his head off. It seems he taught Cole to use the bidet. What an easy way out! Daddy the teacher solved the problem by showing him the correct button to push. (B) cry a little bit because my poor son holds it all day because he still doesn't know how to wipe. And (C) laugh at the slightly funny situation my friend found herself in and my poor Cole's face of panic. And the fact that my son uses.a.bidet.
((((SIGH)))) I guess I better put on my jack of all trades hat and teach my son what to do when he's stuck in the wilderness without a bidet. Keith.... you make me laugh.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Man's Best Friends
I miss my dogs. I do. I miss every stinkin' part about them (and they do tend to stink from time to time). I even miss that cat. The LOUD, soft, sassy, and slightly crazy cat who tolerated my boys. I miss her too.
This morning Cole crawled into bed with me and randomly said "Mom, what would you do when we get back to Texas and Merlin doesn't like you anymore? He only likes GG." I had to assure him that of course Merlin would like GG, but he'll always remember his mama. He could never forget us and he misses you too.
That kid breaks my heart. I'm really thinking we were not meant to be a pet-free family. I've reached the point of wondering why we didn't bring them to begin with. Keith should be soaking up the next few months. That poor guy has no idea that I'm putting my foot down to a houseful of Yorkies for the rest of my days. And a sassy Marty Cat.
This morning Cole crawled into bed with me and randomly said "Mom, what would you do when we get back to Texas and Merlin doesn't like you anymore? He only likes GG." I had to assure him that of course Merlin would like GG, but he'll always remember his mama. He could never forget us and he misses you too.
That kid breaks my heart. I'm really thinking we were not meant to be a pet-free family. I've reached the point of wondering why we didn't bring them to begin with. Keith should be soaking up the next few months. That poor guy has no idea that I'm putting my foot down to a houseful of Yorkies for the rest of my days. And a sassy Marty Cat.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Seoul
I love this town. It's so busy and fun. We had a fabulous time on our girls trip. I can not believe how much were were able to cram into a day without kids in tow! I'm tired from thinking about all the walking, shopping, talking, and laughing.
We rode the bus from Osan directly into the Yongson Army base in the heart of Seoul. We dropped our bags off and hit the streets. We went to Dongemun and walked around the shops. Christa wanted some cool fabric for her photography business. We were directed to this old building that may or may not have been a sweat shop. I'm just saying - we didn't belong! These people LIVED in this building with thousands of sewing machines going off like crazy. There were walls of the fake jeans pockets and all the fake labels. It was very cramped and not a shopper to be found. All workers. We left and had lunch at a Vietnamese place. Again, so nice to not have to make a decision on what the kids may or may not want to eat. The weather could have been better. It snowed off and on all day long.
Next up was Meyongdong. MORE SHOPPING! This place was my favorite. There was even a Forever 21 store with clothes you would find in Amercia. I hit a sleepy nap wall and had to buy and drink my first Starbucks coffee. I think I am in love. It was REALLY good. It gave me that much more energy to hit up and bargain with all the street vendors. We shopped there well into the night. All the Christmas lights came on and people were singing Korean carols in the streets. Seoul is beautiful at night. We finally figured out the Subway we needed and went back to check into the hotel. A quick freshen up and we were off to Itaiwan. The fake watch place was closed so we went to a very cool restaurant for dinner. Itiawan at night has so much character. The atmosphere is beautiful and chic. After dinner we found a little bar and sat down for a couple of drinks. GIRL TALK. It was nice to get to know people on a friend level vs. their comparable mommy level. Could you believe we all had former lives with likes and interests? Our low key evening was about to come to an end. We paid our tab and as we were walking out the door, someone befriended the table behind us. Turns out they were headed to "The Hill" for some dancing. Sounds perfect. The night got a little wild, but for the safety of the women I will have to harbor the remainder of events in my mind.
I will say this. At one of the bars I left my purse with almost $500 in it. LEFT IT. Like just got up and walked off with it sitting in the bar. I didn't realize it till much later and when we went back - the guy just handed it over. UNTOUCHED! That would never happen in the States. Shocking since Seoul's population is close to 20 million! We made it back and got to sleep in till 9:30! IN THE MORNING! We enjoyed a brunch at Dragon Hill, checked out, went back to fake watch place, more shopping at the PX toy mart, and found the bus to go home.
It was such a great girls getaway. The boys missed me and I missed them. At night we usually ask them what the best part of their day was. I was totally ready to tell them that mine was coming home, but Cole beat me to the punch. That sweet guy said "my favorite part of the day was seeing you"... then I had to change my answer. My favorite part was two seconds ago.
I love my boys. The break was needed on both sides. Keith had a good time with them as well. It was good bonding time since he's headed to the States tomorrow. A quick TDY and home before Christmas. Our time here is flying by!
We rode the bus from Osan directly into the Yongson Army base in the heart of Seoul. We dropped our bags off and hit the streets. We went to Dongemun and walked around the shops. Christa wanted some cool fabric for her photography business. We were directed to this old building that may or may not have been a sweat shop. I'm just saying - we didn't belong! These people LIVED in this building with thousands of sewing machines going off like crazy. There were walls of the fake jeans pockets and all the fake labels. It was very cramped and not a shopper to be found. All workers. We left and had lunch at a Vietnamese place. Again, so nice to not have to make a decision on what the kids may or may not want to eat. The weather could have been better. It snowed off and on all day long.
Next up was Meyongdong. MORE SHOPPING! This place was my favorite. There was even a Forever 21 store with clothes you would find in Amercia. I hit a sleepy nap wall and had to buy and drink my first Starbucks coffee. I think I am in love. It was REALLY good. It gave me that much more energy to hit up and bargain with all the street vendors. We shopped there well into the night. All the Christmas lights came on and people were singing Korean carols in the streets. Seoul is beautiful at night. We finally figured out the Subway we needed and went back to check into the hotel. A quick freshen up and we were off to Itaiwan. The fake watch place was closed so we went to a very cool restaurant for dinner. Itiawan at night has so much character. The atmosphere is beautiful and chic. After dinner we found a little bar and sat down for a couple of drinks. GIRL TALK. It was nice to get to know people on a friend level vs. their comparable mommy level. Could you believe we all had former lives with likes and interests? Our low key evening was about to come to an end. We paid our tab and as we were walking out the door, someone befriended the table behind us. Turns out they were headed to "The Hill" for some dancing. Sounds perfect. The night got a little wild, but for the safety of the women I will have to harbor the remainder of events in my mind.
I will say this. At one of the bars I left my purse with almost $500 in it. LEFT IT. Like just got up and walked off with it sitting in the bar. I didn't realize it till much later and when we went back - the guy just handed it over. UNTOUCHED! That would never happen in the States. Shocking since Seoul's population is close to 20 million! We made it back and got to sleep in till 9:30! IN THE MORNING! We enjoyed a brunch at Dragon Hill, checked out, went back to fake watch place, more shopping at the PX toy mart, and found the bus to go home.
It was such a great girls getaway. The boys missed me and I missed them. At night we usually ask them what the best part of their day was. I was totally ready to tell them that mine was coming home, but Cole beat me to the punch. That sweet guy said "my favorite part of the day was seeing you"... then I had to change my answer. My favorite part was two seconds ago.
I love my boys. The break was needed on both sides. Keith had a good time with them as well. It was good bonding time since he's headed to the States tomorrow. A quick TDY and home before Christmas. Our time here is flying by!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Girl's Trip
I am leaving for a girls shopping trip in Seoul in 12 hours. This is VERY exciting and needed. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. It will be odd to talk to adults without interruptions. I can't figure out what it will feel like to not have a child crawling on me while I eat. I'm wondering how long before their fighting will stop ringing in my ears.....
I'm not sure, but I'm going to test this out. I'm also going to shop without having to look over my back every 2 seconds to make sure a child hasn't run off. I could possibly even make a purchase to two for myself as I take more than 30 seconds to make a decision. I am also planning on having an adult beverage or two for enjoyment instead out of need.
Please pray for Keith. He's a great Dad and a good hubby to go along with this trip. However those boys have gotten crafty. They're smart enough to know his buttons. I'm sure he can make it till Sunday. I'm curious to see how the house holds up.....
I'm not sure, but I'm going to test this out. I'm also going to shop without having to look over my back every 2 seconds to make sure a child hasn't run off. I could possibly even make a purchase to two for myself as I take more than 30 seconds to make a decision. I am also planning on having an adult beverage or two for enjoyment instead out of need.
Please pray for Keith. He's a great Dad and a good hubby to go along with this trip. However those boys have gotten crafty. They're smart enough to know his buttons. I'm sure he can make it till Sunday. I'm curious to see how the house holds up.....
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Free To Good Home*
One 3 year old male child. He's very cute and potty trained. This three year old loves affection and is very creative in his play and speech. He also has great hair. He lives for clean houses in which to destroy. If you have a back yard with lots of dirt, that would be preferred. I must warn you: You should live outside city limits without noise ordinances. Alerting CPS of his screaming fits might save them a few trips when the neighbors grow concerned. Some hearing loss might occur to those around him. When provoked he will throw his shoes at the back of your head in the car with remarkable aim. He demands attention, lots of attention, along with Aquaphor by the case. Interests include cats, lizards, slugs, Lego's, and worms. You should be willing to adapt your schedule around all his needs and tiptoeing around potential meltdowns will be a learned trait.
I will also include several hundred dollars worth of parenting books for no extra charge. They aren't helpful, but make you look really smart in a library. Included is a picture that makes him worth all the effort:
*you must return him after 3 days to his mama who can't live without him. She just needs a break.
I will also include several hundred dollars worth of parenting books for no extra charge. They aren't helpful, but make you look really smart in a library. Included is a picture that makes him worth all the effort:
*you must return him after 3 days to his mama who can't live without him. She just needs a break.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Culture Class
Cole's school schedule is rather unique for a kindergartner. They have a separate Spanish class every morning. Side note: I find it odd they teach Spanish in Korea but what do I know. They have class time, station time (play with toys time), lunch, recess and a separate "special" class. The special class rotates between Art, Music, PE, Library, and Culture Class.
I'm not sure what they do in Culture Class, but it soon became my most dreaded day. It appears a Korean teacher teaches them about "Korean Stuff" according to Cole. Then this teacher hands out Culture coins to students doing good work. These coins are small pieces of cardboard. They are thin, cheap, and flimsy. Every 5 year old's obsession. There's no rhyme or reason to getting a coin, nor does the teacher make sure everyone gets a coin.
Poor Cole would come home upset and angry after every dang Culture Class Day. He wanted a coin so badly. He tried his best in class and he still never got one. So I became one of those parents. I marched straight into the school and brought this up to Dr. Stapleford. Dr. Stapleford does not believe in that sort of reward system and doesn't practice that in his class. Culture teacher can. I guess he has no reign over Mr. Culture Teacher.
There's obvious favorites who get them each week and those quieter children (with darker sandy hair) that don't. Cole had never gotten a coin.... that is until yesterday! Whew! I can't believe the fuss over a dang piece of paper, but he worked hard for it and LOVES it.
Congratulations Cole! I'm so happy for your culture coin experience. I still hate Culture Class day..... and library day when he brings home a book I NEVER would pick out. Then he expects me to read it to him... ugh. Sometimes the use of their own free will drives me batty. But that's a whole other counseling session ;-)
I'm not sure what they do in Culture Class, but it soon became my most dreaded day. It appears a Korean teacher teaches them about "Korean Stuff" according to Cole. Then this teacher hands out Culture coins to students doing good work. These coins are small pieces of cardboard. They are thin, cheap, and flimsy. Every 5 year old's obsession. There's no rhyme or reason to getting a coin, nor does the teacher make sure everyone gets a coin.
Poor Cole would come home upset and angry after every dang Culture Class Day. He wanted a coin so badly. He tried his best in class and he still never got one. So I became one of those parents. I marched straight into the school and brought this up to Dr. Stapleford. Dr. Stapleford does not believe in that sort of reward system and doesn't practice that in his class. Culture teacher can. I guess he has no reign over Mr. Culture Teacher.
There's obvious favorites who get them each week and those quieter children (with darker sandy hair) that don't. Cole had never gotten a coin.... that is until yesterday! Whew! I can't believe the fuss over a dang piece of paper, but he worked hard for it and LOVES it.
Congratulations Cole! I'm so happy for your culture coin experience. I still hate Culture Class day..... and library day when he brings home a book I NEVER would pick out. Then he expects me to read it to him... ugh. Sometimes the use of their own free will drives me batty. But that's a whole other counseling session ;-)
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Watcher & Astronaut
Brad - Dad, I like to watch movies
Keith - you do?
Brad - Yes, I'm a good watcher.
He also wants to be an ass-er-not (astronaut) when he grows up. Cutie pie.
I have decided that Cole can never leave. He's turned into quite the Brad-Whisperer. Cole is such a great big brother. He's supportive and understanding. I love to hear Cole praise Brad for his attempts at trying new things. They are the best of buds. These two still sleep together and play well together. Brad is protective of Cole's lego designs. I'm not allowed to clean them up or break a "ship" he made. I often think that I know those boys better than anyone else on this earth, but I'm wrong. They know each other the best. Peas in a Pod.
Keith - you do?
Brad - Yes, I'm a good watcher.
He also wants to be an ass-er-not (astronaut) when he grows up. Cutie pie.
I have decided that Cole can never leave. He's turned into quite the Brad-Whisperer. Cole is such a great big brother. He's supportive and understanding. I love to hear Cole praise Brad for his attempts at trying new things. They are the best of buds. These two still sleep together and play well together. Brad is protective of Cole's lego designs. I'm not allowed to clean them up or break a "ship" he made. I often think that I know those boys better than anyone else on this earth, but I'm wrong. They know each other the best. Peas in a Pod.
Friday, November 13, 2009
God Bless Ms. Betty
So Brad started seeing the family and child counselor last week as recommended by the pediatrician here. I forget her real title, it's long. Wait, found it, she's the Child and Youth Behavioral Military & Family Live Consultant (CYB-MFLC) She's the middle guy when it comes to finding out if he should be sent off to specialist. Like if she suggested a hearing test, or a learning disability test, further allergy tests, or autistic testing... I was really torn to take him. I didn't want to look for a problem, but to really look for answers. I need to help Brad, to prepare him for next year and the rest of his life. At times I feel like the problems are just "played" on mommy and daddy, then other times my heart breaks when I see that he truly doesn't "get" things.
Ms Betty is so wonderful. Our first meeting was with Keith, Brad and me. She just wanted to get to know him and for him to open up. They played together and colored. She was able to draw happy/sad/mad/scared faces and asked him questions as they colored. We also talked about some of the quirks that make Brad, Brad.
Our next meeting was just myself. I sat with Ms. Betty and talked about Brad, his fits, his obsessions, his temper, his strong will, his communication. We covered alot. She gets that things are a tad off "typical". She sees that his extreme strong will is going to be an issue especially next year in pre-K. We talked about his behavior and actions in gymnastics. We talked about his ability (or lack there of) to follow a 2 step command. Ms. Betty said that she would meet with him weekly during the rest of out time here. If only for exposure to listening to other adults and their instructions. She sees the behavioral problems. Could there be a slight learning disability, OCD issues? Maybe, but we need to tackle behavior first.
Yesterday she made Brad a book Ben Stops Screaming and Learns to Ask for Help. It is really precious. She incorporated some of Brad's issues as Ben. Ben learns the correct way to stop his fits, and ask for help. Ben learns that big boys get rewarded with things Brad likes back scratches and stickers. Ben learns that his fits keep him from doing fun things like art class when they can't get out the door in time. Ms. Betty made it very personable for Brad. Ben also has a cuddle blanket to help him calm down. Last night we went and bought Brad a super soft blanket. Yesterday was a bad day for Brad so we were able to put the blanket into action right away. So far it works!!!
We go back next week. Thank you Ms. Betty for truly understanding Brad. She gets that he is high strung. She sees that he holds it together for friends and family and then melts down (nice for self implodes) for us/me. She wants to help Brad express himself in positive ways. She wants Brad to keep his passion for what he likes, but also be able to pay attention to the world around him. She wants to help me be the mommy he needs. So often I feel like I've created a monster. I don't want people to experience the monster Brad. I want people to see Brad for all the positive characteristics he has.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go check with TMO to see about shipping Ms. Betty back with us.
Ms Betty is so wonderful. Our first meeting was with Keith, Brad and me. She just wanted to get to know him and for him to open up. They played together and colored. She was able to draw happy/sad/mad/scared faces and asked him questions as they colored. We also talked about some of the quirks that make Brad, Brad.
Our next meeting was just myself. I sat with Ms. Betty and talked about Brad, his fits, his obsessions, his temper, his strong will, his communication. We covered alot. She gets that things are a tad off "typical". She sees that his extreme strong will is going to be an issue especially next year in pre-K. We talked about his behavior and actions in gymnastics. We talked about his ability (or lack there of) to follow a 2 step command. Ms. Betty said that she would meet with him weekly during the rest of out time here. If only for exposure to listening to other adults and their instructions. She sees the behavioral problems. Could there be a slight learning disability, OCD issues? Maybe, but we need to tackle behavior first.
Yesterday she made Brad a book Ben Stops Screaming and Learns to Ask for Help. It is really precious. She incorporated some of Brad's issues as Ben. Ben learns the correct way to stop his fits, and ask for help. Ben learns that big boys get rewarded with things Brad likes back scratches and stickers. Ben learns that his fits keep him from doing fun things like art class when they can't get out the door in time. Ms. Betty made it very personable for Brad. Ben also has a cuddle blanket to help him calm down. Last night we went and bought Brad a super soft blanket. Yesterday was a bad day for Brad so we were able to put the blanket into action right away. So far it works!!!
We go back next week. Thank you Ms. Betty for truly understanding Brad. She gets that he is high strung. She sees that he holds it together for friends and family and then melts down (nice for self implodes) for us/me. She wants to help Brad express himself in positive ways. She wants Brad to keep his passion for what he likes, but also be able to pay attention to the world around him. She wants to help me be the mommy he needs. So often I feel like I've created a monster. I don't want people to experience the monster Brad. I want people to see Brad for all the positive characteristics he has.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go check with TMO to see about shipping Ms. Betty back with us.
EVEN!
Cole has started a new phase. It's saying "even" all the time. It's used a number of different ways.
Brad - I want to watch Ninja Turtles.
Cole - EVEN! I don't, they give me bad dreams
Me - Cole, pick up your legos
Cole - EVEN! Brad made the mess
Keith - Dinner time!
Cole - EVEN! I don't like that.
Cole - The weather is so good outside, EVEN!
And then when he's just mad if Brad took a toy we just get the simple "EVEN!"
It makes me laugh in a "sic" "whatever" "shyaaa!" kind of way.
Brad - I want to watch Ninja Turtles.
Cole - EVEN! I don't, they give me bad dreams
Me - Cole, pick up your legos
Cole - EVEN! Brad made the mess
Keith - Dinner time!
Cole - EVEN! I don't like that.
Cole - The weather is so good outside, EVEN!
And then when he's just mad if Brad took a toy we just get the simple "EVEN!"
It makes me laugh in a "sic" "whatever" "shyaaa!" kind of way.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Not for Vegetarians
Cole balled up his fist and pumped it in the air while asking "You want a piece of meat?" Ha! Instead of "you want a piece of me" like looking for a fight! He cracks me up. It's now our favorite household saying.
How can you live your whole life and then a kid comes along and makes things funnier? Example: We had Merlin for 6 years, always Merlin. Cole learns to talk and Mer Mer is born.
How can you live your whole life and then a kid comes along and makes things funnier? Example: We had Merlin for 6 years, always Merlin. Cole learns to talk and Mer Mer is born.
Honor Roll
I had a parent teacher conference yesterday. Even though Cole is in a pubic school, it's still in the DOD's system. Everything has to be politically correct. They are not allowed to issues report cards with actual grades on them till the 4th grade. It could be damaging to their development. Instead they focus on behavior.
To quote: "Cole is what every teacher loves" "He should never have any trouble academically" "He's an independent worker who follows the rules" "He never needs much redirection, he can stay focused on task" "He is a very quiet boy who is not afraid to contribute when asked"
So, it sounds like he's doing very well in class. It's so wonderful to be nice and relaxed walking into the meeting. I wasn't apprehensive about issues or problems. We've cleared up all our "mishaps" earlier this year.
I still don't LOVE it like I did Protestant Preschool or Children's House, but I know Cole can make the best of any situation. A true military brat.
To quote: "Cole is what every teacher loves" "He should never have any trouble academically" "He's an independent worker who follows the rules" "He never needs much redirection, he can stay focused on task" "He is a very quiet boy who is not afraid to contribute when asked"
So, it sounds like he's doing very well in class. It's so wonderful to be nice and relaxed walking into the meeting. I wasn't apprehensive about issues or problems. We've cleared up all our "mishaps" earlier this year.
I still don't LOVE it like I did Protestant Preschool or Children's House, but I know Cole can make the best of any situation. A true military brat.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Our Hero
I was totally NOT excited for Cole's birthday party. The packages didn't arrive. I tried to be all calm and collected about it at first. Then I resorted to checking the mail twice a day, hounding the post office to look for lost packages. I ordered everything from Oriental trading. EVERYTHING. The party favors, the plates, cups, forks, table cloths, game ideas and even our Halloween candy were MIA and I was left to come up with a plan B. Not an easy task given our BX. Cole's Star Wars costume didn't even arrive for his party. How do you tell all his friends to wear their costumes and the birthday boy is stuck in his birthday suit? Kinda. I was upset things were not going as I planned them and thought this will just be a disaster.
Dat-Da-Dat-Taaaa! In flew Mr. Steve to the rescue! Keith was working nights, but Steve came in for a visit. Mr. Steve was pumped about this party for Cole and wanted to help me out. I felt bad for tasking him with making silly death stars out of chopsticks (instead of ordered Popsicle sticks) I couldn't get them to stay, but he kept trying and finally figured out a pattern! Then he made about 30 of them with no less than 150 chopsticks.
Next up, Balloons. One of the games was to find princess Leia hidden inside a balloon. I bought one dinky hand pump and thought we could use the battery operated pump we have for the air mattress. Yea, that didn't work. Mr. Steve didn't mind. He blew up no less than 60 balloons while I tied them.
Onto the cake. My storm trooper helmets were a total flop (see previous post) I had to rely on PW to pull me though with her chocolate sheet cake. I bought a 405 piece Star Wars Lego set that Mr. Steve painstakingly put together for the cake topper.
Not only was he a great help - he was excited about this party. He kept rattling off other ideas we could do. He wanted to decorate the door and tape character faces all over the floor. Mr. Steve measured and cut out fabric for the Jedi costumes. It was even his idea for Cole to be in a different color and to hang them ready to go! He was on a roll!! He thought all the kids should have light sabers (again, they were in the shipment) so he wrapped foil blocks for the kids to use.
The next morning he helped us clean and set up. He couldn't stay because the bus was leaving to take him back. We had to say goodbye - again. Horrible. I miss my friends. I know it's only a see you later, but being apart was never in my Air Force Plan. It's time for him to GO HOME! He misses his girls. Ashley, you should tap into this hidden talent! Brooke is going to have the best parties! Thank you Mr. Steve. The party wouldn't have been much fun without all your help!
Dat-Da-Dat-Taaaa! In flew Mr. Steve to the rescue! Keith was working nights, but Steve came in for a visit. Mr. Steve was pumped about this party for Cole and wanted to help me out. I felt bad for tasking him with making silly death stars out of chopsticks (instead of ordered Popsicle sticks) I couldn't get them to stay, but he kept trying and finally figured out a pattern! Then he made about 30 of them with no less than 150 chopsticks.
Next up, Balloons. One of the games was to find princess Leia hidden inside a balloon. I bought one dinky hand pump and thought we could use the battery operated pump we have for the air mattress. Yea, that didn't work. Mr. Steve didn't mind. He blew up no less than 60 balloons while I tied them.
Onto the cake. My storm trooper helmets were a total flop (see previous post) I had to rely on PW to pull me though with her chocolate sheet cake. I bought a 405 piece Star Wars Lego set that Mr. Steve painstakingly put together for the cake topper.
Not only was he a great help - he was excited about this party. He kept rattling off other ideas we could do. He wanted to decorate the door and tape character faces all over the floor. Mr. Steve measured and cut out fabric for the Jedi costumes. It was even his idea for Cole to be in a different color and to hang them ready to go! He was on a roll!! He thought all the kids should have light sabers (again, they were in the shipment) so he wrapped foil blocks for the kids to use.
The next morning he helped us clean and set up. He couldn't stay because the bus was leaving to take him back. We had to say goodbye - again. Horrible. I miss my friends. I know it's only a see you later, but being apart was never in my Air Force Plan. It's time for him to GO HOME! He misses his girls. Ashley, you should tap into this hidden talent! Brooke is going to have the best parties! Thank you Mr. Steve. The party wouldn't have been much fun without all your help!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Square One
Several weeks ago I took Brad in for a food allergy test. His eczema has gotten worse and his fits are out of control. Keith and I are at a loss. We thought if there was a slight allergy to a food we could rule it out then life could be a little more even keeled around here. Keith had allergies growing up. His parents swear after he started allergy shots he became a different kid behaviorally. Great - Sign Brad up!
They did a blood draw and tested him for just about all they can. Every kind of nut under the sun, every fish/shellfish, wheat, eggs, milk, dog dander, cat dander......
My mommy gut thought he had a slight allergy to milk. Boy was I ever right. High levels of antibodies in the blood indicate a food allergy. If it measures >.35% he is considered NOT allergic. Well, my mommy sense was right on, his milk allergy was a whopping .38%. The Dr. even went as far to say that he would almost consider that lab error vs any type of allergy we need to be concerned with. While I am thankful he isn't allergic, because I have seen a precious boy with many allergies firsthand, we are back to square one.
Why can't I put my finger on his skin condition. We have moved/lived in 4 VERY different climates during his little life (NC, ID, TX, and Korea) No improvement. It's not like we're running from Oak trees or high pollen. We've changed and noted laundry detergents, using the most sensitive soaps, lathering on Aquaphor 2 times a day with prescription creams - and Aquaphor ain't cheap ya'll! Short baths - check, Humidifier - check. His skin right now is broken out, bloody tops, and red. I'm so afraid he'll scar himself with his constant itching.
He's miserable and in turn has a miserable temper to go along with it. Why should he be a peaceful kid when his skin is raging under his clothes? Would you sleep through the night if you itched in your sleep? He's 3, his skin is reacting to something all the time, he can't sit still, he can't be reasoned with, he's not getting a full nights sleep...... All these little things are adding up to HUGE breakdowns. Must figure this out to insure he makes it to his 4th birthday.
They did a blood draw and tested him for just about all they can. Every kind of nut under the sun, every fish/shellfish, wheat, eggs, milk, dog dander, cat dander......
My mommy gut thought he had a slight allergy to milk. Boy was I ever right. High levels of antibodies in the blood indicate a food allergy. If it measures >.35% he is considered NOT allergic. Well, my mommy sense was right on, his milk allergy was a whopping .38%. The Dr. even went as far to say that he would almost consider that lab error vs any type of allergy we need to be concerned with. While I am thankful he isn't allergic, because I have seen a precious boy with many allergies firsthand, we are back to square one.
Why can't I put my finger on his skin condition. We have moved/lived in 4 VERY different climates during his little life (NC, ID, TX, and Korea) No improvement. It's not like we're running from Oak trees or high pollen. We've changed and noted laundry detergents, using the most sensitive soaps, lathering on Aquaphor 2 times a day with prescription creams - and Aquaphor ain't cheap ya'll! Short baths - check, Humidifier - check. His skin right now is broken out, bloody tops, and red. I'm so afraid he'll scar himself with his constant itching.
He's miserable and in turn has a miserable temper to go along with it. Why should he be a peaceful kid when his skin is raging under his clothes? Would you sleep through the night if you itched in your sleep? He's 3, his skin is reacting to something all the time, he can't sit still, he can't be reasoned with, he's not getting a full nights sleep...... All these little things are adding up to HUGE breakdowns. Must figure this out to insure he makes it to his 4th birthday.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wreckerator
I'm trying to plan out Cole's birthday party. I am feeling slightly guilty since I haven't "planned" a party for him since he was 3. In Mountain Home we just hung out with our super close friends and enjoyed cake. This year he wants a party. Since we're in Korea, there aren't a whole lot of choices. You could have your party at the community center or the bowling alley. We've been here 2.5 months and have been to 3 parties at those places.
Totally thinking outside the "norm" here - we're having a small party at the house! I ordered all the stuff to later find out that Oriental Trading always arrives a MONTH after they promise. Lovely. I researched Star Wars themed parties and the games to play. I love the internet. It totally allows me to seem in-the-know with those silly movies and super creative too. My next big hurdle was the birthday cake. A girlfriend gave me an idea: Cakeballs, but shape them to look like stormtrooper helmets. Genius! Can't you just imagine these:
looking like these:
I can! I set out this evening to do a trial run. I wanted to make sure I could shape them and draw the designs. Piece of cake (hahaha)
Not really. Who would have thought the hardest part would be melting the chocolate? It was. And let me tell you. If you can't even melt chocolate, you could wind up with something like this:
So, desperation lead to using a pastry brush to apply a coat of white chocolate. It's only going downhill from here.
In order to prove I tried with all my might, please take note of my finished product:
It can't be a true cake wreck since I'm not a professional, but this is definitely NOT what I had pictured in my head. Erin, you were SO right ;-) I'm ordering a cake in the morning.
Totally thinking outside the "norm" here - we're having a small party at the house! I ordered all the stuff to later find out that Oriental Trading always arrives a MONTH after they promise. Lovely. I researched Star Wars themed parties and the games to play. I love the internet. It totally allows me to seem in-the-know with those silly movies and super creative too. My next big hurdle was the birthday cake. A girlfriend gave me an idea: Cakeballs, but shape them to look like stormtrooper helmets. Genius! Can't you just imagine these:
looking like these:
I can! I set out this evening to do a trial run. I wanted to make sure I could shape them and draw the designs. Piece of cake (hahaha)
Not really. Who would have thought the hardest part would be melting the chocolate? It was. And let me tell you. If you can't even melt chocolate, you could wind up with something like this:
So, desperation lead to using a pastry brush to apply a coat of white chocolate. It's only going downhill from here.
In order to prove I tried with all my might, please take note of my finished product:
It can't be a true cake wreck since I'm not a professional, but this is definitely NOT what I had pictured in my head. Erin, you were SO right ;-) I'm ordering a cake in the morning.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Chamemergency
This is an Korean ambulance. I like the name. Chamemergency.
I think I am going to start using that word more often. Chamemergency : noun, a sudden unforeseen crisis in the Chamness family (usually involving danger) that requires immediate action. Or maybe it doesn't have to be involve danger at all... it could be an explanation as to why my Dad walks around so fast... there must be a Chamemergency. Why are you calling me 4 times a day, what's the Chamemergency? We almost had a Chamemergency when I threw out all the Taco Bell Sauce this summer. It's catchy. Thinking of you all in Korea!
I think I am going to start using that word more often. Chamemergency : noun, a sudden unforeseen crisis in the Chamness family (usually involving danger) that requires immediate action. Or maybe it doesn't have to be involve danger at all... it could be an explanation as to why my Dad walks around so fast... there must be a Chamemergency. Why are you calling me 4 times a day, what's the Chamemergency? We almost had a Chamemergency when I threw out all the Taco Bell Sauce this summer. It's catchy. Thinking of you all in Korea!
Too Much Testosterone
I am so outnumbered. I'm sure mothers of boys tend to feel this way every now and then. I feel this 110% of the time. We talk about the penis and farting All.The.Time. Is something wrong with that? I think so, but it's like standing in front of a oncoming train. Meet my husband:
Great guy. He's funny and hard working. Very smart and the best father you could ever ask for. However, he's all guy. Maybe it's because we've been together for so long I'm treated like his buddy. Nothing wrong with that, but really?? I could show you 10,000 similar pictures doing the same thing. He also is very inquisitive. If you leave him alone in a Dr's office he will start going through the drawers and cabinets as soon as the nurse walks out. He will play with the gauze and use the Otoscope. He can't help it, it's like some sort of compulsion. I'm always afraid he's going to get caught and get us in trouble. Like they'll kick us out or something. Taking the boys to the pediatrician isn't any different. A few weeks ago Keith stumbled upon this little trinket. I'm trying to remember the last time the boys had so much fun with a new toy. The Testicular Self Exam.
After Daddy finished reading aloud the information slightly unsuitable for a 3 and 5 year old, he passed the guide onto the boys. At least he will be prepared for self checks in 10-15 years. God, please send me a girl.
Great guy. He's funny and hard working. Very smart and the best father you could ever ask for. However, he's all guy. Maybe it's because we've been together for so long I'm treated like his buddy. Nothing wrong with that, but really?? I could show you 10,000 similar pictures doing the same thing. He also is very inquisitive. If you leave him alone in a Dr's office he will start going through the drawers and cabinets as soon as the nurse walks out. He will play with the gauze and use the Otoscope. He can't help it, it's like some sort of compulsion. I'm always afraid he's going to get caught and get us in trouble. Like they'll kick us out or something. Taking the boys to the pediatrician isn't any different. A few weeks ago Keith stumbled upon this little trinket. I'm trying to remember the last time the boys had so much fun with a new toy. The Testicular Self Exam.
After Daddy finished reading aloud the information slightly unsuitable for a 3 and 5 year old, he passed the guide onto the boys. At least he will be prepared for self checks in 10-15 years. God, please send me a girl.
Flag Football
Today was a big day. For the first time in little Cole's life we changed sports. We use to wait out the down time between soccer seasons, but this year we're branching out. Flag Football started today. It was a crazy hectic day. I had to have a girlfriend take him to practice. I missed the first 25 minutes, but when I walked up, this is what I saw. Spiderman was ready for some T-Downs or whatever it is they do during flag football practice.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Kickin it in Busan
Our first overnight road trip was to Busan (also known as Pusan). What's so funny over here is that everything can be spelled in different ways, but pronounced the same. It makes map reading and last minute exits/lane changes so much fun. The letter G and the letter K are interchangeable. I will just say that it does not help this already spelling challenged girl.
Keith had a week of leave. Our original plan was to go to Thailand. Then I discovered Kojeon Antique store and our trip fund vanished into thin air. Instead we took a 3 day trip to the beach on the southeast side of Korea. I'm so happy we did!
We were on the road by 6am and were able to drive straight to the hotel. We checked in and immediately headed downstairs to the beach. The boys were in heaven. They ran around and rolled in the sand. We walked the shoreline and found several shells and starfish. This was Brad's first trip to the ocean since he was an infant in North Carolina. He use to speed crawl right to the water. I would bring him back, and he would be in the waves again before I knew it. I called him my Sea Turtle. The Sea Turtle emerged. I know we tease about our little "dude", but I have never seen a child more in his element. Nothing phased him and you couldn't help but notice the smile on his face. Cole's my mountain man, Brad's my beach bum.
After some fun in the sun, we showered and headed to dinner at TGI Fridays. Thank goodness for some resemblance of American food. We ate and walked around. Keith bought the boys ice cream (leave it to Brad to pick the most disgusting Korean flavors) and we went back for an early night. We had a king bed and a full size bed in the hotel room. Words can not express the absence a king bed has been in my life. It seemed, and probably is, bigger then the boy's bedroom here. There was so much room! And it was hard - thank goodness. This pillow top we brought is WAY to soft for me. The princess and the pea is rather picky.
The next morning we walked to get some donuts. Keith got a parking ticket for doing as the Koreans do and just parking in the road in front of the store. That reminds me to go get that paid. Then we headed to the Jalgalchi Fish Market. Interesting. Lots of small vendors trying to sell their fresh catches. It is 100% not up to American Health Code standards. We did some shopping and headed back to the hotel. Next up was the Busan Aquarium. The entire aquarium is underground right on the beach - practically UNDER the ocean. We've traveled to many aquariums (Dallas, Tulsa, Atlanta, a couple in NC, Salt, Lake City, the coast in Oregon..) This one offered something the others didn't - probably because it's not what you would consider "safe". They had a small glass bottom boat they set afloat over the shark tank. For about $4 a person you could get on this boat, go to the center of the tank and feed the sharks and other small fish! It was so cool. She gave a very long speech during the boat ride about something, hopefully not safety related, who knows, it was in Korean. It was VERY cool. After some apprehension, it turned out to be the boys favorite part of the trip.
We went back for a VERY nice dinner at Bella Citta. I had the Seafood Risotto and it was awesome. I've watched Chef Ramsey yell about risotto for many television seasons now and I get why he's so passionate about it. Dang it was yummy! Keith took the boys back to the room and I went for my 3 hour Thai massage. See post below. Day two was a very full day!
Our last morning we had the buffet at the hotel. It was quite the spread! Outside for a little more beach time then up for showers and packing. On our way out of town we stopped at the Haedong Yongungsa Temple. Interesting. The location was very beautiful. Scenic and right on the cliffs with crashing waves surrounding us. Their stone statues were massive and seemed so permanent. People were bowing down, praying, and placing their offerings to the concrete horses and budda men. I couldn't help but think of the temple turning to dust and rubble in an instant when Jesus returns. They will one day be gone and it made me smile. We loaded the boys up for our road trip back home.
We did have to buy some gas while we were there. We pulled over and handed the man 20,000 won (about $18) and got less than 3 gallons. Thank goodness for the base gas station! Good thing Keith's little Kemchi car gets 42 miles to the gallon. We made it there and back on a tank plus 3 gallons. Now Keith has convinced me to bring the silly vehicle home with us. Once again, Keith will own 3 cars. What is it with him? His garage collection is getting out of hand. How many automotives does it take to get my dealer's license? Anyone?
Excellent trip! Next up China!!
Keith had a week of leave. Our original plan was to go to Thailand. Then I discovered Kojeon Antique store and our trip fund vanished into thin air. Instead we took a 3 day trip to the beach on the southeast side of Korea. I'm so happy we did!
We were on the road by 6am and were able to drive straight to the hotel. We checked in and immediately headed downstairs to the beach. The boys were in heaven. They ran around and rolled in the sand. We walked the shoreline and found several shells and starfish. This was Brad's first trip to the ocean since he was an infant in North Carolina. He use to speed crawl right to the water. I would bring him back, and he would be in the waves again before I knew it. I called him my Sea Turtle. The Sea Turtle emerged. I know we tease about our little "dude", but I have never seen a child more in his element. Nothing phased him and you couldn't help but notice the smile on his face. Cole's my mountain man, Brad's my beach bum.
After some fun in the sun, we showered and headed to dinner at TGI Fridays. Thank goodness for some resemblance of American food. We ate and walked around. Keith bought the boys ice cream (leave it to Brad to pick the most disgusting Korean flavors) and we went back for an early night. We had a king bed and a full size bed in the hotel room. Words can not express the absence a king bed has been in my life. It seemed, and probably is, bigger then the boy's bedroom here. There was so much room! And it was hard - thank goodness. This pillow top we brought is WAY to soft for me. The princess and the pea is rather picky.
The next morning we walked to get some donuts. Keith got a parking ticket for doing as the Koreans do and just parking in the road in front of the store. That reminds me to go get that paid. Then we headed to the Jalgalchi Fish Market. Interesting. Lots of small vendors trying to sell their fresh catches. It is 100% not up to American Health Code standards. We did some shopping and headed back to the hotel. Next up was the Busan Aquarium. The entire aquarium is underground right on the beach - practically UNDER the ocean. We've traveled to many aquariums (Dallas, Tulsa, Atlanta, a couple in NC, Salt, Lake City, the coast in Oregon..) This one offered something the others didn't - probably because it's not what you would consider "safe". They had a small glass bottom boat they set afloat over the shark tank. For about $4 a person you could get on this boat, go to the center of the tank and feed the sharks and other small fish! It was so cool. She gave a very long speech during the boat ride about something, hopefully not safety related, who knows, it was in Korean. It was VERY cool. After some apprehension, it turned out to be the boys favorite part of the trip.
We went back for a VERY nice dinner at Bella Citta. I had the Seafood Risotto and it was awesome. I've watched Chef Ramsey yell about risotto for many television seasons now and I get why he's so passionate about it. Dang it was yummy! Keith took the boys back to the room and I went for my 3 hour Thai massage. See post below. Day two was a very full day!
Our last morning we had the buffet at the hotel. It was quite the spread! Outside for a little more beach time then up for showers and packing. On our way out of town we stopped at the Haedong Yongungsa Temple. Interesting. The location was very beautiful. Scenic and right on the cliffs with crashing waves surrounding us. Their stone statues were massive and seemed so permanent. People were bowing down, praying, and placing their offerings to the concrete horses and budda men. I couldn't help but think of the temple turning to dust and rubble in an instant when Jesus returns. They will one day be gone and it made me smile. We loaded the boys up for our road trip back home.
We did have to buy some gas while we were there. We pulled over and handed the man 20,000 won (about $18) and got less than 3 gallons. Thank goodness for the base gas station! Good thing Keith's little Kemchi car gets 42 miles to the gallon. We made it there and back on a tank plus 3 gallons. Now Keith has convinced me to bring the silly vehicle home with us. Once again, Keith will own 3 cars. What is it with him? His garage collection is getting out of hand. How many automotives does it take to get my dealer's license? Anyone?
Excellent trip! Next up China!!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Brass Monkey
Keith took leave this week and we made a family road trip down to Busan. It also happened to be our 8th Wedding Anniversary. To celebrate this occasion Keith bought himself a new camera lens and I headed to the spa. See, still in love after all these years.
I treated myself to a 3 hour Thai massage. Sounds perfectly wonderful and relaxing doesn't it? That's what I thought. Let me tell you - this little man was out to kill me.
We used the spa in the hotel. Keith took the boys up for a movie and bed and I headed to my relaxing evening semi-alone. They escorted me to the dressing room where I changed into a very large tshirt and shorts down to my knees. Interesting. Next I was led to a different room for a foot bath and mint tea. Not bad... the night was starting off well! Then I walked into a small dark room with a thin mat on the floor. Different, but I'm going with it.
The small Korean man started with my feet. He crossed them on top of each other and proceeded to STAND on me. Hummm.... it was kinda like a stretch and didn't hurt too bad. He started working on the rest of my legs and toes with what felt like brass knuckles. He had the world's strongest thumbs that he pressed full force into my muscles as he climbed all over and around me. He pressed so hard it felt like he was hitting my nerve making my whole legs go numb. It was quick and then he would move on. As he worked his way up to my knees I was convinced that he was trying to separate my muscles from my bones. At times I couldn't decide if it was downright painful or felt good. Then he spoke the only word of English he knew.... "stretchy". That's when he crawled between my legs, turned around and pulled my toes so far back I winced in pain. It was like a force Yoga class. Unbeknownst to me, Thai massage is all about stretching and pressure points. This makes sense as he tried to pull my leg up and over my head. He really was going to town with my legs. It wasn't too bad, but I was just hoping he would take the same kind of force out on my back. Did he ever! There were only a few moments of pain that I fought through. I realize this sounds utterly ridiculous as I type it out. I paid for and accepted this form of torcher for 3 hours! He worked several hard pressure points/tearing muscle off of bone then back to stretchy. Over and over again working the back, arms, neck and scalp.
As I laid there I kept thinking:
*Keith would have killed this man during the shoulder stretches
*Anyone with a bad knee would have blown it with that odd pose
*I hope I make it back to the room to explain the temporal brain swelling to Keith before I pass out
*So help me if he pops something standing on my back while I'm stuck out here in Korea
*Which one of my friends would find this enjoyable
*If he moves his hand one more inch over, I'm going to have to punch him and leave
Despite only a few bruises the next day - I felt GREAT! Would I do the Thai massage again? Yes. See... brain damage! Happy Anniversary Keith. Thank you for being my best friend for over half of my life. I love you forever.
I treated myself to a 3 hour Thai massage. Sounds perfectly wonderful and relaxing doesn't it? That's what I thought. Let me tell you - this little man was out to kill me.
We used the spa in the hotel. Keith took the boys up for a movie and bed and I headed to my relaxing evening semi-alone. They escorted me to the dressing room where I changed into a very large tshirt and shorts down to my knees. Interesting. Next I was led to a different room for a foot bath and mint tea. Not bad... the night was starting off well! Then I walked into a small dark room with a thin mat on the floor. Different, but I'm going with it.
The small Korean man started with my feet. He crossed them on top of each other and proceeded to STAND on me. Hummm.... it was kinda like a stretch and didn't hurt too bad. He started working on the rest of my legs and toes with what felt like brass knuckles. He had the world's strongest thumbs that he pressed full force into my muscles as he climbed all over and around me. He pressed so hard it felt like he was hitting my nerve making my whole legs go numb. It was quick and then he would move on. As he worked his way up to my knees I was convinced that he was trying to separate my muscles from my bones. At times I couldn't decide if it was downright painful or felt good. Then he spoke the only word of English he knew.... "stretchy". That's when he crawled between my legs, turned around and pulled my toes so far back I winced in pain. It was like a force Yoga class. Unbeknownst to me, Thai massage is all about stretching and pressure points. This makes sense as he tried to pull my leg up and over my head. He really was going to town with my legs. It wasn't too bad, but I was just hoping he would take the same kind of force out on my back. Did he ever! There were only a few moments of pain that I fought through. I realize this sounds utterly ridiculous as I type it out. I paid for and accepted this form of torcher for 3 hours! He worked several hard pressure points/tearing muscle off of bone then back to stretchy. Over and over again working the back, arms, neck and scalp.
As I laid there I kept thinking:
*Keith would have killed this man during the shoulder stretches
*Anyone with a bad knee would have blown it with that odd pose
*I hope I make it back to the room to explain the temporal brain swelling to Keith before I pass out
*So help me if he pops something standing on my back while I'm stuck out here in Korea
*Which one of my friends would find this enjoyable
*If he moves his hand one more inch over, I'm going to have to punch him and leave
Despite only a few bruises the next day - I felt GREAT! Would I do the Thai massage again? Yes. See... brain damage! Happy Anniversary Keith. Thank you for being my best friend for over half of my life. I love you forever.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Ode to Fuzz Ball Wuzzy
Ode to a spider outside of our window:
Normally I would have squashed you flat
But outside the window is where you sat.
We watched you eat and spin your web
The boys caught dragonflys to keep you fed.
You grew right before our very eyes
And left without saying goodbye.
Circle of Life Mr. Banana Spider. Thanks for the memories. You will be missed by a few in this house. Aunt Kimi, will you come visit now?
Normally I would have squashed you flat
But outside the window is where you sat.
We watched you eat and spin your web
The boys caught dragonflys to keep you fed.
You grew right before our very eyes
And left without saying goodbye.
Circle of Life Mr. Banana Spider. Thanks for the memories. You will be missed by a few in this house. Aunt Kimi, will you come visit now?
Slingbox
Thank you for all the smart individuals who invent the technology for my rotting mind. Thank you to my brother and sister in law for helping us set this up back in the States. Thank you makers of horrible commercials, I really have missed you too.
We have been without television for over 2 months. If you know anything about me, it's a small miracle. Keith was loving the no television way of life. He could live without ever turning another show on. I know, we're like oil and water sometimes.
Let me tell you a little story. This summer I went out and did something TOTALLY out of my character. I went into Best Buy and purchased an itouch without even discussing it with Keith. That's right. I didn't even check for the best price. I even paid extra for the warranty. I made all these decisions on my own about a gadget I had no idea on how to use. That's right!! Best move I ever made. I'll tell you why...
I'm living in Korea without television and my husband doesn't seem to think this should have such an impact on my way of living. Then two weeks ago I figure out you can purchase tv shows right on the itouch and watch them RIGHT ON THE ITOUCH! (see, I told you I don't know how to work these things. It took me that long to figure it out on my own) So, I started buying tv shows. But after you make a purchase the electronic billing statement is emailed to Keith. Busted. This sent him into fast mode - the no-tv way of life was not for me. Against everything inside him, he researched and purchased a slingbox. I know he would prefer me to not watch as much as I do, but hey, he loves me for me. Thank you honey for hooking me up with people that I've missed: Jeff Probst, Judge Mary Murphy, Bob and Jillian, McSteamy, and Mike Rowe. (hey, the last one's for the kids... kinda)
I'm back in touch with reality. I can carry on full conversations with all that is exciting in the world! I still love that little itouch - I can watch stuff from the slingbox/dvr and it's the best little game player. Not that I have a gaming issue. But I might need to see an orthopedist for my holding/support thumb.
We have been without television for over 2 months. If you know anything about me, it's a small miracle. Keith was loving the no television way of life. He could live without ever turning another show on. I know, we're like oil and water sometimes.
Let me tell you a little story. This summer I went out and did something TOTALLY out of my character. I went into Best Buy and purchased an itouch without even discussing it with Keith. That's right. I didn't even check for the best price. I even paid extra for the warranty. I made all these decisions on my own about a gadget I had no idea on how to use. That's right!! Best move I ever made. I'll tell you why...
I'm living in Korea without television and my husband doesn't seem to think this should have such an impact on my way of living. Then two weeks ago I figure out you can purchase tv shows right on the itouch and watch them RIGHT ON THE ITOUCH! (see, I told you I don't know how to work these things. It took me that long to figure it out on my own) So, I started buying tv shows. But after you make a purchase the electronic billing statement is emailed to Keith. Busted. This sent him into fast mode - the no-tv way of life was not for me. Against everything inside him, he researched and purchased a slingbox. I know he would prefer me to not watch as much as I do, but hey, he loves me for me. Thank you honey for hooking me up with people that I've missed: Jeff Probst, Judge Mary Murphy, Bob and Jillian, McSteamy, and Mike Rowe. (hey, the last one's for the kids... kinda)
I'm back in touch with reality. I can carry on full conversations with all that is exciting in the world! I still love that little itouch - I can watch stuff from the slingbox/dvr and it's the best little game player. Not that I have a gaming issue. But I might need to see an orthopedist for my holding/support thumb.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Everland Trip #5
Today is Thursday. Today was the end of a 3 day work week for Keith when he got off at 1pm. Today we pulled Cole out of school early to go to Everland. I know, this Air Force remote is killer. Since we're all friends here, I feel like I can share the following pictures. And since only 5 people read this blog... if they ever end up on failblog.org or awkwardfamilyphotos... I will easily track you down, and do...... something. I'll have to think about it, but you should be intimidated by my threats.
Have I ever mentioned that Brad gets dizzy easily? He does. One twirl around in a circle and he's a drunken old man for about 3 minutes. Naturally, we like to take him on the roller coasters, tilt-a-whirls, and spin the teacups at ludicrous speeds. He has never complained and even asks to ride the things again. It wasn't until I saw this picture that I could possibly be doing brain damage to my little man. Here's Brad on the kiddie roller coaster. It's all of 40 seconds long and makes two fast turns. When you get off the ride you can see the instant pictures Everland captures of your time on the ride. I had to spend the $5 for this keepsake.
Sorry for the clarity. It's a picture of a picture. Please, do you really think I know how to operate a scanner? Notice the cute little head cock and googly eyes. It says "I love my mom, life is great" Notice the slacker of a mom too caught up in the thrill of the ride. I know we're horrible parents who possibly have a screw loose or two.
Have I ever mentioned that Brad gets dizzy easily? He does. One twirl around in a circle and he's a drunken old man for about 3 minutes. Naturally, we like to take him on the roller coasters, tilt-a-whirls, and spin the teacups at ludicrous speeds. He has never complained and even asks to ride the things again. It wasn't until I saw this picture that I could possibly be doing brain damage to my little man. Here's Brad on the kiddie roller coaster. It's all of 40 seconds long and makes two fast turns. When you get off the ride you can see the instant pictures Everland captures of your time on the ride. I had to spend the $5 for this keepsake.
Sorry for the clarity. It's a picture of a picture. Please, do you really think I know how to operate a scanner? Notice the cute little head cock and googly eyes. It says "I love my mom, life is great" Notice the slacker of a mom too caught up in the thrill of the ride. I know we're horrible parents who possibly have a screw loose or two.
Exhibit A
The horrible parents even let their kids ride it again when they pleaded to go back in line. Ha, who am I kidding - there wasn't a line!
Those kids. I love em
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Update
The teacher took full responsibility. He got a note from another mother saying a friend, Kaycee McDonald, would be picking up her son (Jake Jones). He got them switched up so there wasn't another kid lost or another mother worried. Good and bad.
I respect him for admitting his mistake, but here's where I'm still upset: He realized the problem as soon as I did not show up. He knew from his notes that Cole wasn't involved with the pick up switch. He took Cole to the office to wait while HE WENT HOME ON TIME! His teacher had left by the time we got there yesterday because their work day is from 7am-3pm. My son was at school an hour after release because of his mistake and he thought it was appropriate for him to clock out on time. GGGRRRRRRRRRR!
Keith says making a big deal about it would not get us anywhere with him. Agree. But I have a glimpse of his character and I'm waiting to pounce. Now I'm off to call and write the district office about the teacher/student ratio.
I respect him for admitting his mistake, but here's where I'm still upset: He realized the problem as soon as I did not show up. He knew from his notes that Cole wasn't involved with the pick up switch. He took Cole to the office to wait while HE WENT HOME ON TIME! His teacher had left by the time we got there yesterday because their work day is from 7am-3pm. My son was at school an hour after release because of his mistake and he thought it was appropriate for him to clock out on time. GGGRRRRRRRRRR!
Keith says making a big deal about it would not get us anywhere with him. Agree. But I have a glimpse of his character and I'm waiting to pounce. Now I'm off to call and write the district office about the teacher/student ratio.
First Trip to the Principal's Office
Remember how I was saying I hated the bus idea... today confirmed it. Keith, Brad and I all gather our things to walk down to pick up Cole. Keith calls it "the Cole fan club" It's like we have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for him to get home. We all walked down 10 minutes early to the stop and waited on the bus. It pulled up. All the kids get off.... except for Cole.
HE'S NOT ON THE BUS
Trying to remain calm and not go crazy on the bus helper, we call the school. Turns out he's in the office waiting on me. Say what? First of all, Thank you God for him being safe and not on a random bus wondering the streets of Songton. Now I'm angry. The teacher got a message saying that I would pick him up and not to put him on the bus. Interesting. That message wasn't from me. By the time we got to the school, the teacher had already left. The school tried calling my cell phone and couldn't reach me (because I was downstairs at the bus stop) They called Christa, my emergency contact, and she was about to go pick him up. She couldn't reach me either BECAUSE I WAS DOWNSTAIRS AT THE BUS STOP!
My poor kid was sad and tired of waiting on us. After we picked him up and asked about his day he told me that he didn't know. He forgot everything while he was waiting so long on us. Haha.
Now, there's several different scenarios that could have led to this misunderstanding. Tomorrow morning I will be at the school bright and early to figure out how this happened. A bit of the back story.... Apparently last year the parents and district superintendents promised they had the funds, room, and availability for an 18:1 teacher ratio - along with an assistant. They had 3 classes and 5 days before school started, the higher ups decided to cut it back to two classes 24 students to each teacher with the max being 29 students per class. WHAT. The parents here are fired up. There's letters being written, calls made, and constant uproar. The other kindergarten teacher had her room set up - and still is! It's just locked behind an unused room. I haven't said anything because we are space A and we're lucky to have a spot. Could the ratio be better, yes. Was is crummy for them to promise one thing and do another, yes. Are they offering the BEST education possible for these kids, not really. Now my child's safety is in danger because a teacher/assistant/office staff can't keep up with 24 kids in a class. I think now I will say something.
Good thing I have until tomorrow morning to calm down.
HE'S NOT ON THE BUS
Trying to remain calm and not go crazy on the bus helper, we call the school. Turns out he's in the office waiting on me. Say what? First of all, Thank you God for him being safe and not on a random bus wondering the streets of Songton. Now I'm angry. The teacher got a message saying that I would pick him up and not to put him on the bus. Interesting. That message wasn't from me. By the time we got to the school, the teacher had already left. The school tried calling my cell phone and couldn't reach me (because I was downstairs at the bus stop) They called Christa, my emergency contact, and she was about to go pick him up. She couldn't reach me either BECAUSE I WAS DOWNSTAIRS AT THE BUS STOP!
My poor kid was sad and tired of waiting on us. After we picked him up and asked about his day he told me that he didn't know. He forgot everything while he was waiting so long on us. Haha.
Now, there's several different scenarios that could have led to this misunderstanding. Tomorrow morning I will be at the school bright and early to figure out how this happened. A bit of the back story.... Apparently last year the parents and district superintendents promised they had the funds, room, and availability for an 18:1 teacher ratio - along with an assistant. They had 3 classes and 5 days before school started, the higher ups decided to cut it back to two classes 24 students to each teacher with the max being 29 students per class. WHAT. The parents here are fired up. There's letters being written, calls made, and constant uproar. The other kindergarten teacher had her room set up - and still is! It's just locked behind an unused room. I haven't said anything because we are space A and we're lucky to have a spot. Could the ratio be better, yes. Was is crummy for them to promise one thing and do another, yes. Are they offering the BEST education possible for these kids, not really. Now my child's safety is in danger because a teacher/assistant/office staff can't keep up with 24 kids in a class. I think now I will say something.
Good thing I have until tomorrow morning to calm down.
Monday, September 7, 2009
He Left Me
Keith and I sat down and made a list of pros and cons for this schooling situation. Our list easily swayed us to homeschool. Keith said he was 70% for homeschooling and 30% for the public school. I was more 51%/49%. We went to meet the teacher and pull him from class, and the next thing I knew Keith was committing to giving public school a try.
I spent all we last week getting last minute school supplies, TB tests, shot records, enrolled in the transportation office to ride the bus, and getting his bus card. This morning came and Cole woke up before the alarm. He was so excited. We had blueberry muffins and brushed our teeth. We tied our shoes and got our backpack. I even drilled him on his name, teacher's name, bus number, and apartment name. Then it was time to walk downstairs.
I can't stand the idea of him riding the bus. I got to thinking.... I can only recall THREE times his entire life that he wasn't driven in our van by family members. (with Hilary in Colorado when Brad was sick, with Erin in her van when we carpooled to Boise, and when we rode to Ft. Worth in Molly's van... and I was with him the last two) Sheltered much? Yes. Today I'm letting a stranger take him away without his car seat.
We got down there and the bus immediately pulled up. It's not like an American school bus. This is more like a charter bus. There's fancy big cushy seats and SEAT BELTS! He happily walked straight on and found a seat next to Joesph. He's a 2nd grader who we've met on the playground in the apartment complex. He was so happy. I was so sad.
He's been going to school for 3 years now. This shouldn't be that different, but it is. I miss him already. He's at school and tonight is their open house. We'll head back and I can check out the place that holds my baby for the greater part of the day.
These are the ladies that kept me from running down the road to make sure the bus didn't get hit as it made the right turn.
I spent all we last week getting last minute school supplies, TB tests, shot records, enrolled in the transportation office to ride the bus, and getting his bus card. This morning came and Cole woke up before the alarm. He was so excited. We had blueberry muffins and brushed our teeth. We tied our shoes and got our backpack. I even drilled him on his name, teacher's name, bus number, and apartment name. Then it was time to walk downstairs.
I can't stand the idea of him riding the bus. I got to thinking.... I can only recall THREE times his entire life that he wasn't driven in our van by family members. (with Hilary in Colorado when Brad was sick, with Erin in her van when we carpooled to Boise, and when we rode to Ft. Worth in Molly's van... and I was with him the last two) Sheltered much? Yes. Today I'm letting a stranger take him away without his car seat.
We got down there and the bus immediately pulled up. It's not like an American school bus. This is more like a charter bus. There's fancy big cushy seats and SEAT BELTS! He happily walked straight on and found a seat next to Joesph. He's a 2nd grader who we've met on the playground in the apartment complex. He was so happy. I was so sad.
He's been going to school for 3 years now. This shouldn't be that different, but it is. I miss him already. He's at school and tonight is their open house. We'll head back and I can check out the place that holds my baby for the greater part of the day.
These are the ladies that kept me from running down the road to make sure the bus didn't get hit as it made the right turn.
More Than a Coffin
We went pottery shopping a couple of weeks ago. Instead of falling in love with the pottery, I fell in love with this trunk. This lady had the coolest store. Her decorating and creativity were exactly what Keith and I like. This trunk.... I love it. It's much bigger then it appears. I would guess it's about 7 feet long. Korean made, antique, dovetailed ends, rustic. It would fit perfectly into our lives. After thinking about it all week, we went back to her store. We found a lady who was able to interpert for us. She asked where she got it, and she wouldn't answer. Then she said she would sell it to us... for......
ONE HUNDRED MILLION WON!!
Is she crazy? That's roughly $100,000. Seriously? Needless to say, we left without a trunk. Our next adventure is to find a reasonably priced antique store!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Holding My Own Wallet
We decided to head back to Everland yesterday. That place is so much fun. It was even LESS crowded then our first trip!
I have found the new greatest thing - renting their strollers! For about $2 you can rent a stroller, they clean it for you, and it comes with a bike lock. You can lock your bags and stroller to poles and chains all over the park when you go on a ride. Not that you really need to - this place is NOT America. People just respect other's things. Wild concept, I know.
We decided to go on the Roaring Rapid ride with the boys. Keith had my wallet that I wanted to lock up, but he said he'll hold on to it. No really, just let me lock it up. No really, hurry up, I have it. Don't lose it. I won't. Gotcha.
We take Cole and Brad and have a blast. As we're walking down the exit, I asked Keith for my wallet. What wallet? I don't have it. Are you sure?
YES! He left my wallet with LOTS of cash and all my photo id's on the ride... that just took off... waiting to fall in the water!
For seven minutes I was in a complete panic suppressing the urge to vomit and strangle my husband.
The Rapid float came back around and the friendly Everland employee return my wallet to me. Oh my word. How that happened, I'll never know. Lesson learned. I'll carry my own wallet.
I have found the new greatest thing - renting their strollers! For about $2 you can rent a stroller, they clean it for you, and it comes with a bike lock. You can lock your bags and stroller to poles and chains all over the park when you go on a ride. Not that you really need to - this place is NOT America. People just respect other's things. Wild concept, I know.
We decided to go on the Roaring Rapid ride with the boys. Keith had my wallet that I wanted to lock up, but he said he'll hold on to it. No really, just let me lock it up. No really, hurry up, I have it. Don't lose it. I won't. Gotcha.
We take Cole and Brad and have a blast. As we're walking down the exit, I asked Keith for my wallet. What wallet? I don't have it. Are you sure?
YES! He left my wallet with LOTS of cash and all my photo id's on the ride... that just took off... waiting to fall in the water!
For seven minutes I was in a complete panic suppressing the urge to vomit and strangle my husband.
The Rapid float came back around and the friendly Everland employee return my wallet to me. Oh my word. How that happened, I'll never know. Lesson learned. I'll carry my own wallet.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
More school thoughts...
He's in a class with his best friend here. I like him and his family!
He has a male teacher with a doctorate. I think it would be a good experience for Cole. Everyone is saying he's the greatest teacher.
I still hate the bus idea.
He's past kindergarten letter recognition and sounds, so I'm afraid he'll just be a cut up and disruptive to the class.
They are saying they are pretty flexible with attendance. We just got Everland passes so I plan on going.... often. We also want to do family trips. Keith's schedule is on 3 off 3, so he could work weekends and miss Cole all week and weekend. (1pm to 1am)
UGH!
There's a parent/teacher/child meetings all day on Tuesday. I think I might go and ask questions. Maybe talking with the teacher, he can help us weigh on this decision. School starts on Sept. 8th. As of now, we've been doing 1st grade work for 2 weeks already......
He has a male teacher with a doctorate. I think it would be a good experience for Cole. Everyone is saying he's the greatest teacher.
I still hate the bus idea.
He's past kindergarten letter recognition and sounds, so I'm afraid he'll just be a cut up and disruptive to the class.
They are saying they are pretty flexible with attendance. We just got Everland passes so I plan on going.... often. We also want to do family trips. Keith's schedule is on 3 off 3, so he could work weekends and miss Cole all week and weekend. (1pm to 1am)
UGH!
There's a parent/teacher/child meetings all day on Tuesday. I think I might go and ask questions. Maybe talking with the teacher, he can help us weigh on this decision. School starts on Sept. 8th. As of now, we've been doing 1st grade work for 2 weeks already......
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
They Called!
Gulp, I got the call today. There's a school slot open for Cole. He's enrolled for school (they are going off the papers Keith filled out to get him the waiting list) What do I do? What do I do?
I thought this was decided, but now I'm second guessing. I hate making decisions. I think I am a horrible decision maker. It all stems back to August of 1999 and a man named Doyle (if you know what I mean.) Now I always second guess myself. I can't make a big decision to save my life. I'll question and question over and over. The same pros and the same cons.......
I am a great follower. Just tell me and I'll do it. I don't want to be the one in charge. I so wanted to hear that I didn't have a choice. I even chickened out on the phone asking for a number I could call them back - like I was too busy to talk. Cluck, cluck.
Yesterday I followed some girls to a place called Happy Quilt. Happy Quilt is a fabric store. Some might go as far as calling it a shed. It has more patterned cotton then I've ever seen in my life. There was so much "stuff". My mother would have been in heaven. I was going to bring the camera, but lets just say that mine is temporarily out of order. Quite possibly for longer then a couple of years. There was a couple of things I fell in love with, but I didn't bring any won. (Won is the currency here - you probably knew that, but it looks funny so close to the word any)
Today I woke up, cleaned the house, separated lego men (more on that another time), made lunch, cleaned the bathroom, got ready, went to the commissary, got cash, walked down the street to exchange it for won, and set off to Happy Quilt on my own! Big Girl in a foreign country! As we drove up, I read the small English sign - open Wendsday and Saturday ONLY! Bummer. Cole said "That's ok Mommy, we can just come back Saturday.... after my game" Thanks baby!
He has a soccer game on Saturday, and we've only had one practice. He's got red jersey #3. Four boys and Six girls (who are taller and faster then all the boys put together!) make up the un-named red team. I hope Keith is up for taking pictures on his fancy camera. Dang you Cannon Powershot and your non-water loving ways!
I thought this was decided, but now I'm second guessing. I hate making decisions. I think I am a horrible decision maker. It all stems back to August of 1999 and a man named Doyle (if you know what I mean.) Now I always second guess myself. I can't make a big decision to save my life. I'll question and question over and over. The same pros and the same cons.......
I am a great follower. Just tell me and I'll do it. I don't want to be the one in charge. I so wanted to hear that I didn't have a choice. I even chickened out on the phone asking for a number I could call them back - like I was too busy to talk. Cluck, cluck.
Yesterday I followed some girls to a place called Happy Quilt. Happy Quilt is a fabric store. Some might go as far as calling it a shed. It has more patterned cotton then I've ever seen in my life. There was so much "stuff". My mother would have been in heaven. I was going to bring the camera, but lets just say that mine is temporarily out of order. Quite possibly for longer then a couple of years. There was a couple of things I fell in love with, but I didn't bring any won. (Won is the currency here - you probably knew that, but it looks funny so close to the word any)
Today I woke up, cleaned the house, separated lego men (more on that another time), made lunch, cleaned the bathroom, got ready, went to the commissary, got cash, walked down the street to exchange it for won, and set off to Happy Quilt on my own! Big Girl in a foreign country! As we drove up, I read the small English sign - open Wendsday and Saturday ONLY! Bummer. Cole said "That's ok Mommy, we can just come back Saturday.... after my game" Thanks baby!
He has a soccer game on Saturday, and we've only had one practice. He's got red jersey #3. Four boys and Six girls (who are taller and faster then all the boys put together!) make up the un-named red team. I hope Keith is up for taking pictures on his fancy camera. Dang you Cannon Powershot and your non-water loving ways!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Funny Kid
Cole came up with a new phrase that still has me laughing and a little sick to my stomach.
"Ketchup is Hot Dog Syrup"
I love the way his mind thinks, but hot dogs? Vomit son.
"Ketchup is Hot Dog Syrup"
I love the way his mind thinks, but hot dogs? Vomit son.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Home School Week 1
Last week we started school in building 104 room 302. The first few days Cole and I worked during Brad's nap. We adjusted our time and Brad joined the fun on Thursday and Friday. I'm still testing the waters to see where Cole is at academically. The workbook we're following has been mostly math and number reading/writing. We've done puzzles and other "shelf work" together, colored, and flash cards. We've started our Handwriting book and soon will start our reading.
Working with Brad has been a challenge for me. It's a little frustrating seeing how much he doesn't know. I realize it's early and he's young, so all that should change. But Brad has other ideas when it comes to following directions. Heaven help us.
We should be getting a call soon to let us know whether or not Cole has a school slot available. I'm nervous about that call. We're set on homeschooling, but it would be easier to hear there isn't a slot for him. I think I am just doubting if I can sustain this for an entire year. I'm worried I won't have him ready for 1st grade and am doing him a disservice. Is he missing out on an opportunity to go to school or would he be missing an opportunity to try homeschooling? Is he missing out on more time with friends or would he be missing out on traveling and spending time with his Dad?
I can do this! I will do this! And whatever I miss, he can quickly catch up right? RIGHT? Whew.
Overall, I think I really like it. The best part is.... after only a week of working, Cole has become MUCH more affectionate towards me. He wants to cuddle and hug. This is great. If it weren't for the whole learning issue, I would home school forever ;-)
Working with Brad has been a challenge for me. It's a little frustrating seeing how much he doesn't know. I realize it's early and he's young, so all that should change. But Brad has other ideas when it comes to following directions. Heaven help us.
We should be getting a call soon to let us know whether or not Cole has a school slot available. I'm nervous about that call. We're set on homeschooling, but it would be easier to hear there isn't a slot for him. I think I am just doubting if I can sustain this for an entire year. I'm worried I won't have him ready for 1st grade and am doing him a disservice. Is he missing out on an opportunity to go to school or would he be missing an opportunity to try homeschooling? Is he missing out on more time with friends or would he be missing out on traveling and spending time with his Dad?
I can do this! I will do this! And whatever I miss, he can quickly catch up right? RIGHT? Whew.
Overall, I think I really like it. The best part is.... after only a week of working, Cole has become MUCH more affectionate towards me. He wants to cuddle and hug. This is great. If it weren't for the whole learning issue, I would home school forever ;-)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
No Mo Hoolala
There's a new chicken place that opened in our apartment complex. Hoolala Chicken. Who can mess up chicken? As we were discussing dinner plans, Cole was begging me "I want to eat at home, I don't want to go out" HA! Every time I put a plate in front of him at home he cries "I HATE this, I don't like it" (with the exceptions of red chicken, fruit, or pizza) I guess the Korean dinner last week really traumatized him. Don't worry little man, me too! We walked around the corner to the little chicken joint. I'm so happy all the menus come with pictures. The waiter tried his hardest to explain the chicken in English, but the closest thing I understood was something like "teriyaki". And the picture looked appetizing enough. So we picked that. We sat there waiting for the food and Keith made the comment that he would have liked to try the hot chicken. Maybe next time we said.
Everything here is served family style. One big plate and everyone shares. They bring us pickles (for some reason pickles are served with everything - even the pizza joint will give you a side of pickles), another corn dish that Brad liked, and some kind of fermented white cubes. Brad is our "Mikey." He ate it, but wasn't going back for seconds. For the record, I just don't throw things at my preschooler. I force my husband to eat it too... in case it's poisonous. I'm not sure of my line of thinking there, but maybe Keith will be able to explain why he's puking his guts out later in the evening so I have a better idea on how to take care of Brad. Thanks honey, because there was NO WAY I was going to try it.
Soon the chicken arrives. Interesting. I am really doubting this is chicken. It's too tiny. It appeared to be the size of a squirrel. There were wings that looked like Merlin legs chopped up and coated in seasonings. I've seen more meat on crab legs if you know what I mean! Speaking of the seasonings. Keith got his wish. It was FIRE hot. Apparently "teriyaki" means very spicy! Upon closer inspection of the menu, we picked the only picture with a red circle next to it. Leave it to the Americans to set their stomachs ablaze. Overall it wasn't too bad - as long as I convinced myself it was truly chicken. Keith says he's seen the size of chickens around here and they are tiny. I think he was just trying to be nice. I'm happy to say I ate it, AND we got the hot kind so we don't have to go back anytime soon.
Shortly after I got here, I decided I needed a new purse. I brought my small COACH bag, and it wasn't going to cut it for what I needed. We went to the PUMA store and I got a large bag to carry my venturing-in-a-foreign-country arsenal of supplies.
For some reason... (maybe this has to do with him being related to me), Cole became obsessed with wanting a bag too. Except he wanted a purse. Every store we would go in, my son was looking at the purses and crying for one. Keith immediately needed to put a stop to this. We went into a luggage and embroidery shop and found little backpacks. They got to pick the color, and what design they wanted on it. You can imagine, it involved fighting, crying, and switching the order 15 times before all was said and done. The worst part was leaving without the backpacks. They would be ready in 5 days. Let me just say, it was a MISERABLE 5 days. Cole asked, on average, 349 times a day if his backpack was ready and when we can go pick it up. This morning the day arrived. He was up at 7:01am and the first words out of his mouth were asking if the store was open.
We picked up the backpacks and my little men are so excited. Except now he wants to go camping and hiking with his new purchase. Forget that! I should have bought him a purse. Purses don't camp ;-)
I guess I should get use to all the roughhousing the boys keep doing. The other day Brad headbutted Cole right in the face. He even has a shiner to show for it. It hasn't slowed either of them down. I seriously sound like a crazy lady telling them to stop it. I repeat myself so often even I get sick of my voice. Is it wrong to secretly hope for a small blood inducing injury? Wait a sec.. we had one of those in Texas, so that's not gonna work. What will it take? I fear for them smashing through the glass windows here. I really don't know how we haven't been kicked out of the apartments yet.
Our neighbor above us is doing a little remodeling. The jackhammer has been on for two days straight. Today I found this outside our elevator - bags, lots and lots of bags full of concrete. Should I be worried they will come through the ceiling soon? That's alot of floor!
Oh, I should also introduce you to our newest pet. Meet Fuzz Ball Wuzzy, and yes, the boys named it.
He (or she) is a Banana Spider that lives outside their toyroom window. It's pretty tiny for a banana spider, but she's growing fast! Last night she shed her exoskeleton. The boys are in heaven. She's even caught a stink bug and has eaten the guts out. We can now see through the shell of the bug. It's kinda cool. Thank you Fuzz Ball Wuzzy for picking our window. Please don't leave and make me search out another spider friend for the boys. Thank you ever so much.
One more mentioning: If you ever worry that the cigarette industry is going out of business with all the million dollar settlements, don't worry. South Korea alone is supporting them. I'm not kidding. These people smoke like chimneys. I don't think they are up to date on the cancer risks and knowledge. I miss Amercia and all the laws and banning of smokers. It's not smog around here.. it's cigarette smoke! Oh my lands. So far, it's been the worst part of adjusting to life here.
Everything here is served family style. One big plate and everyone shares. They bring us pickles (for some reason pickles are served with everything - even the pizza joint will give you a side of pickles), another corn dish that Brad liked, and some kind of fermented white cubes. Brad is our "Mikey." He ate it, but wasn't going back for seconds. For the record, I just don't throw things at my preschooler. I force my husband to eat it too... in case it's poisonous. I'm not sure of my line of thinking there, but maybe Keith will be able to explain why he's puking his guts out later in the evening so I have a better idea on how to take care of Brad. Thanks honey, because there was NO WAY I was going to try it.
Soon the chicken arrives. Interesting. I am really doubting this is chicken. It's too tiny. It appeared to be the size of a squirrel. There were wings that looked like Merlin legs chopped up and coated in seasonings. I've seen more meat on crab legs if you know what I mean! Speaking of the seasonings. Keith got his wish. It was FIRE hot. Apparently "teriyaki" means very spicy! Upon closer inspection of the menu, we picked the only picture with a red circle next to it. Leave it to the Americans to set their stomachs ablaze. Overall it wasn't too bad - as long as I convinced myself it was truly chicken. Keith says he's seen the size of chickens around here and they are tiny. I think he was just trying to be nice. I'm happy to say I ate it, AND we got the hot kind so we don't have to go back anytime soon.
Shortly after I got here, I decided I needed a new purse. I brought my small COACH bag, and it wasn't going to cut it for what I needed. We went to the PUMA store and I got a large bag to carry my venturing-in-a-foreign-country arsenal of supplies.
For some reason... (maybe this has to do with him being related to me), Cole became obsessed with wanting a bag too. Except he wanted a purse. Every store we would go in, my son was looking at the purses and crying for one. Keith immediately needed to put a stop to this. We went into a luggage and embroidery shop and found little backpacks. They got to pick the color, and what design they wanted on it. You can imagine, it involved fighting, crying, and switching the order 15 times before all was said and done. The worst part was leaving without the backpacks. They would be ready in 5 days. Let me just say, it was a MISERABLE 5 days. Cole asked, on average, 349 times a day if his backpack was ready and when we can go pick it up. This morning the day arrived. He was up at 7:01am and the first words out of his mouth were asking if the store was open.
We picked up the backpacks and my little men are so excited. Except now he wants to go camping and hiking with his new purchase. Forget that! I should have bought him a purse. Purses don't camp ;-)
I guess I should get use to all the roughhousing the boys keep doing. The other day Brad headbutted Cole right in the face. He even has a shiner to show for it. It hasn't slowed either of them down. I seriously sound like a crazy lady telling them to stop it. I repeat myself so often even I get sick of my voice. Is it wrong to secretly hope for a small blood inducing injury? Wait a sec.. we had one of those in Texas, so that's not gonna work. What will it take? I fear for them smashing through the glass windows here. I really don't know how we haven't been kicked out of the apartments yet.
Our neighbor above us is doing a little remodeling. The jackhammer has been on for two days straight. Today I found this outside our elevator - bags, lots and lots of bags full of concrete. Should I be worried they will come through the ceiling soon? That's alot of floor!
Oh, I should also introduce you to our newest pet. Meet Fuzz Ball Wuzzy, and yes, the boys named it.
He (or she) is a Banana Spider that lives outside their toyroom window. It's pretty tiny for a banana spider, but she's growing fast! Last night she shed her exoskeleton. The boys are in heaven. She's even caught a stink bug and has eaten the guts out. We can now see through the shell of the bug. It's kinda cool. Thank you Fuzz Ball Wuzzy for picking our window. Please don't leave and make me search out another spider friend for the boys. Thank you ever so much.
One more mentioning: If you ever worry that the cigarette industry is going out of business with all the million dollar settlements, don't worry. South Korea alone is supporting them. I'm not kidding. These people smoke like chimneys. I don't think they are up to date on the cancer risks and knowledge. I miss Amercia and all the laws and banning of smokers. It's not smog around here.. it's cigarette smoke! Oh my lands. So far, it's been the worst part of adjusting to life here.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Class in Session
When I was younger my mom would ask me what I did at school today, and I never had an answer for her. Then Cole started preschool and everyday I would ask what they learned... he never could answer me. I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
I think we've decided to home school Cole. He's still on the waiting list, but there's several reasons I hope he doesn't get in. He's already completed kindergarten so for him to repeat it would only be for social purposes. It's all day, and he has to ride a bus. He would leave at 7:15am and come home around 3:30. All for social purposes. It's on base and attendance would be taken. Keith's schedule is 3 days on, 3 days off 1pm to 1am. If he has to work a weekend, he would never see Cole. And, we would not be able to travel like we wanted to because of the attendance policy.
Then part of me wants to try it. I mean, there will never be another time where it would be logical to take him out and try homeschooling. I hope this time together this year will be priceless when I send him to 1st grade next year. I also found a homeschooling group that meets on base so the kids can hang out together. He really got along well with one of the girls there. I signed him up for soccer and his new friend Jake is on the team. We've signed up for MOPS and other social ventures for him to particapate. So for all these reasons and more, we're 99% sure even if a school slot is available, we'll home school.
Just to test the waters before the base school starts (Aug 31) we started class last Monday. We are working on handwriting, math, and spelling. We did a few pages out of the workbooks and did shelfwork. Keith came home and asked what he learned in school today.... guess what... Cole didn't have an answer. I take it to mean, we did a pretty good job!
I think we've decided to home school Cole. He's still on the waiting list, but there's several reasons I hope he doesn't get in. He's already completed kindergarten so for him to repeat it would only be for social purposes. It's all day, and he has to ride a bus. He would leave at 7:15am and come home around 3:30. All for social purposes. It's on base and attendance would be taken. Keith's schedule is 3 days on, 3 days off 1pm to 1am. If he has to work a weekend, he would never see Cole. And, we would not be able to travel like we wanted to because of the attendance policy.
Then part of me wants to try it. I mean, there will never be another time where it would be logical to take him out and try homeschooling. I hope this time together this year will be priceless when I send him to 1st grade next year. I also found a homeschooling group that meets on base so the kids can hang out together. He really got along well with one of the girls there. I signed him up for soccer and his new friend Jake is on the team. We've signed up for MOPS and other social ventures for him to particapate. So for all these reasons and more, we're 99% sure even if a school slot is available, we'll home school.
Just to test the waters before the base school starts (Aug 31) we started class last Monday. We are working on handwriting, math, and spelling. We did a few pages out of the workbooks and did shelfwork. Keith came home and asked what he learned in school today.... guess what... Cole didn't have an answer. I take it to mean, we did a pretty good job!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Something's Missing
Did you know that every time we leave, I have this odd feeling that something isn't right. I have the urge to make sure the dogs went outside and have water. It's so weird to not have them here. We will be running around town, and I have this nagging feeling we should head back soon to let the dogs out. I want to leave everything early because we've been gone too long.
I miss my puppies. I miss the cat too, but am totally enjoying the litter box I'm not cleaning.
I miss my puppies. I miss the cat too, but am totally enjoying the litter box I'm not cleaning.
Things I Already Love About Korea
1. I love kicking the foot plate to turn the water on the kitchen sink. I've since been kicking the bathroom cabinets when I brush my teeth. Gotta get this back in the States. I think Doctors have this when they scrub in for surgery. If I would have known this all along.......
2. I love there is a trash receptacle outside of our building. No rushing outside a 7am in my pj's because I forgot to take the cans down to the curb. I drop it off when I please. It's complete with recycling so I don't have to haul 4 cans to base every week.
3. I love the motion activation lights outside our apartment in the stairways and hallway. When you leave, they come on and then turn off once you get in the elevator. (I think my dad will love this too) Oh, and our entry light is motion activation too, so when you walk into a dark apartment the light comes on automatically. OR if a boogie man tries to break in, the lights will come on and scare him away.
4. I love the cool LED lights they have in the ground outside our apartments. The boys like them too because they change colors and flash patterns.
5. I love that the Baskin Robin's on base carries my all time favorite ice cream ever.... Citrus Twist Ice (formerly daiquiri ice)
6. The sinks are big and deep here. They're just pretty. And the shower in the master bathroom is bigger then the boys toy room.
7. If a small child or two get excited and press every button in the elevator, you can press them again and it "turns off" going to every floor on your way up. Genius!
2. I love there is a trash receptacle outside of our building. No rushing outside a 7am in my pj's because I forgot to take the cans down to the curb. I drop it off when I please. It's complete with recycling so I don't have to haul 4 cans to base every week.
3. I love the motion activation lights outside our apartment in the stairways and hallway. When you leave, they come on and then turn off once you get in the elevator. (I think my dad will love this too) Oh, and our entry light is motion activation too, so when you walk into a dark apartment the light comes on automatically. OR if a boogie man tries to break in, the lights will come on and scare him away.
4. I love the cool LED lights they have in the ground outside our apartments. The boys like them too because they change colors and flash patterns.
5. I love that the Baskin Robin's on base carries my all time favorite ice cream ever.... Citrus Twist Ice (formerly daiquiri ice)
6. The sinks are big and deep here. They're just pretty. And the shower in the master bathroom is bigger then the boys toy room.
7. If a small child or two get excited and press every button in the elevator, you can press them again and it "turns off" going to every floor on your way up. Genius!
Paiging Dr. Kim
Yesterday we almost had a flat Bradley. We heard a loud crash and one loud scream. Running into the room, we discovered Brad on the floor completely underneath the dresser. It fell over on him. Keith quickly lifted it off and we pulled Brad out from under it. We checked him all out and the only damage were a couple of bruises on his face.
This kid knows how to get our hearts pumping. The thing is... he's done this before! In Idaho we had everything bolted to the wall because he tried climbing up it last year. I even told Keith the first day we got here that the dresser needed to be anchored to the wall. He already tried but the walls are concrete. Wouldn't you know a week later, it's like he read our minds. So please, as a public service reminder for those with little ones - anchor all your furniture to the walls! And if you think your kids know better, just remember mine who have escaped serious bodily injury twice now.
On a positive note, we did find out our new neighbor is a medical doctor with her own clinic down the road. It's like God knew right where to put us! He name is Dr. Kim and in the elevator she said the only damage done (to Brad) were his tears. I think I like her!
Attached is the injury I sustained as I lifted the shelves off him faster than Wonder Woman. It looks MUCH worse than what's shown... just in case anyone cares about me ;-)
This kid knows how to get our hearts pumping. The thing is... he's done this before! In Idaho we had everything bolted to the wall because he tried climbing up it last year. I even told Keith the first day we got here that the dresser needed to be anchored to the wall. He already tried but the walls are concrete. Wouldn't you know a week later, it's like he read our minds. So please, as a public service reminder for those with little ones - anchor all your furniture to the walls! And if you think your kids know better, just remember mine who have escaped serious bodily injury twice now.
On a positive note, we did find out our new neighbor is a medical doctor with her own clinic down the road. It's like God knew right where to put us! He name is Dr. Kim and in the elevator she said the only damage done (to Brad) were his tears. I think I like her!
Attached is the injury I sustained as I lifted the shelves off him faster than Wonder Woman. It looks MUCH worse than what's shown... just in case anyone cares about me ;-)
Krazy Korea II
Today we went to the Orange Factory Outlet. I saw it from the side of the road and told Keith I wanted to go to the O Range outlet mall. Yes. I. Did.
I don't know how to Be Act, but it's apparent that not everyone can think at the O Range outlet mall.
These people are serious about their McDonald's. A 24 hour two story McD's. I doubt we venture into one of these during our time here. (we avoid this place as much as possible - Keith vomits just thinking of eating there)
But for those who can't live without it - McDonald's delivers
I don't know how to Be Act, but it's apparent that not everyone can think at the O Range outlet mall.
These people are serious about their McDonald's. A 24 hour two story McD's. I doubt we venture into one of these during our time here. (we avoid this place as much as possible - Keith vomits just thinking of eating there)
But for those who can't live without it - McDonald's delivers
BTDT
Saturday we ventured out and ate authentic Korean food. This was a well known and recommended place. I was looking forward to trying it out!
This is a picture of what our table looked like when they brought the food. There was a bowl full of lettuce, rice, and all the smaller bowls were the "fixings." You could make lettuce wraps or use the rice to make a rice bowl using the red chili paste as seasoning.
This is a picture of what our table looked like when they brought the food. There was a bowl full of lettuce, rice, and all the smaller bowls were the "fixings." You could make lettuce wraps or use the rice to make a rice bowl using the red chili paste as seasoning.
This is the "beef" they grilled at your table. It didn't taste like cow beef, but Keith says it was the marinade. Interesting.
Here is the after picture of our meal. Gee.. not much has changed from the before picture. That's because it was NASTY. I love Chinese food. I love Japanese food. I don't see myself ever even liking Korean food. All the "fixings" were fermented bean sprouts, fermented cabbage, corn in what tasted like frosting, noodles I couldn't even bring myself to try because of their smell alone, some thinly sliced green things that Brad promptly spit out.
Here are my boys after paying the tab and deciding to grab some ice cream instead. Korean food: Been There - Done That.
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