The good news is, he's coming off the 'roids starting today so we're hoping to have our vivacious, yakkity-yak boy back soon. The not-great news is that he's coming off because they weren't working. So keep praying. We start a different med tonight and it MUST work. If you're interested in more updates, you can always friend me on the FB. I like you guys. I like having you around.
The fantastic news is, I just got back from piloxing where I punched Satan's lights out and called him some unholy names a bunch of times. I highly recommend it.
But we're not here to talk about my rogue street-fighting tendencies.
Korean Culture Camp. I want him to marry the entire first row and it has nothing to do with my most recent read. I just can't. I can't handle their faces. Some of the kids were adopted but most weren't. It was a good and fascinating mix and interesting to see the way Calvin was obsessed with his Korean name while the other kids from Korean families were all named Ryan.
Okay, only two. Still.
These kids were wild and sweet and friendly and bratty and entitled and helpful and spazzy and shy and too loud. They potty talked and faked stomachaches when it was time to try new foods.
They were 2nd and 3rd graders, mostly boys. Bless them. Bless their families.
We can do this gig, after all.
Love you so much.
Remember when I took this pic and took too long fiddling around with the dials and you said through your teeth, "Hurry up, Mom!" So I hurried and now? Blurry almond eyes. But they're still my favorite.
(One day we counted Asians/Non-Asians while we drove through campus. It's not weird, I promise.)
(Homeboy won, by the way.)
(He's now decided MSU is his fall-back if Korean University doesn't pan out.)
I now want to hop in my mini van and drive back for a post-piloxing snack.
So yes, I was all over the Korean food.
Except after a while, I just needed some salsa. So we compromised one evening and I found a Cobb salad that made me rue the day I said I didn't want Korean food.
(If you ever travel with me, you'll see how seriously I take restaurant planning. There's just no room for error.)
You'll love me, I promise.
That's all I have to say about that.
One day he held the door for everyone and Calvin hopped in and asked me to take a picture. It pinched my heart right up.
He and Calvin got on like old mates.
(I just cried typing that last line, fyi. No biggie.)
Dude got a little wistful tonight looking through his photos.
I think this filled something inside of him and I imagine we'll have no choice but to go back next year.
Although we might start saving now so we can opt out of the HoJo.
That's all I'll say about that.