An abundance of random things

• Thank you a thousand times over for all of the sweet comments and emails and texts and prayers after my miscarriage post. They are all so appreciated, and only confirms that I really do have the greatest friends.
• Funny things Sam's been saying:
• After drinking water, and then jumping around- "My water is giggling!" (points to tummy) (I said "sloshing" once, but I guess that word didn't stick.)
• After eating, he holds his belly and says, "Oh Ma, I think my tummy is growing!"
• "Yer a boom-ta-hottie." (Steve sings to me, "You're not just a hottie, you're a hottie boombalottie!" None of that "Mary had a little lamb" bullshit around here...) (Also, I didn't believe that was a real song until Steve googled it one night and showed me. I'd bet that Google settles about 93% of our fact-based arguments. Our search history would make you laugh out loud if it didn't horrify you first.)
• "My-YOR" (Myer) (Molly)
• As soon as we finish a meal (any meal)- "But Ma, what's fer yunch?"
• We took our kids to our favorite beef and leaf Sunday evening. Even though the sweet old lady cooked our meat for us (not sure how we would have managed otherwise), I still felt like we were refereeing an intense match of American Gladiator with a side of throwing food at the kids so they would sit still long enough for us to shovel our yummy food in our mouths. Overall, I'm going to call it a success though. Sam even tried some of the food (really out of character for him, although I did lie and tell him the meat was chicken..) and loved it. Molly mostly took Steve's rice as her own and began using any utensil she could get her hands on to scoop it into her gaping maw. Once we established how hot the burning hot flaming fire was, no one had any desire to touch it. A'thankya Jesus. I love being able to do things as a family like that. I also love being able to enjoy the food I'm eating, so we're not giving up date nights any time soon ever.
• After dinner we walked around the market and talked to some dogs forever and visited our Korean sitter's new place of employment (a cafe). Of course she was on her dinner break while we were there, but we got some $moothie$ anyway and enjoyed the free(ish) AC. She is back to working 6 days a week, so we might not see her as much anymore.... insert my sad face here.
• We attempted to take the kids to their first-ever movie theater this past weekend. We walked in and gave them 3D glasses. Uproar. Maybe because we didn't let Sam fish them out of the box himself? Fine. Put them back in the box. YOU pick a pair out for yourself. Doesn't want to wear them. Well, you won't be able to see the movie very well without them. Which is kinda the whole reason we're here. Ok don't wear the glasses. Do we need to go outside and have a talk? Let's go outside and have a talk. You want to STAY out here and play? But there is a movie and lots of AC inside! What is wrong with you? Don't you want to watch Planes? And eat popcorn? Let's go! As we walk into the theater, the Korean national anthem is playing. Covers ears, runs, screams that it's too loud and hurting his ears. Ask the ticket lady if we can get a refund since this isn't working out. No refund? Only a coupon? Greaaaaaaat. Thanks. We head home and watch Madagascar 2 with a volume setting of 11 and pop our own popcorn. At least we can drink beer in our living room.
• Molly played in a sandbox recently. Sam must have dumped sand over her head when I wasn't looking because when we got home, the sweat from her head had adhered the sand to her SCALP like Gorilla Glue. I spent no less than 10 minutes with the water in one hand and my other hand intensely scrubbing the sand out of her hair. I put her (dry) hair behind her ears a minute ago and more sand fell out. Awesome.
• We went to a new church this past weekend (at another post near us). Even though we got the start time wrong, we caught the last half of mass and our little monkeys sat through it! Major victory for us since we haven't had a good mass experience since Molly became mobile and we no longer have access to church nurseries. I allowed them to bring one book and one car each. I know my mother would never allow that, but dammit I don't have her superpowers! How did she get 5 children to sit through mass with no entertainment??? I wish she'd write a book with her secrets. Anyways, after mass we were told there was going to be fellowship in the coffee house next door. We walk over with all 20 of the other churchgoers (this is a tiny church!) and lo and behold, this is no coffee-and-donuts after-mass gathering that I'm accustomed to. (Although, this is Korea, I don't know why I'm still expecting normal things.) We hung out and chatted with a few people and then Mrs. Kim announced that the spaghetti is ready! (?) Then Mr. Lee walked throughout the room and handed everyone corn on the cob that he had grown in his garden. He proceeded to tell us everything else he was currently growing. The corn was great, although not exactly complimentary to the coffee. We didn't partake in the spaghetti since it was only 10am, but the kids gladly ate the little bags of chips they passed out and rubbed all of the Cheeto dust into their church clothes. A very nice morning. We'll be back.
• What does it say about you when you are riding in the car and your husband asks if you remembered to put on a bra?
• Molly will go around the table at dinner and name us off as she points to us- Dada, Mama, Eem, ME!
• And I think that's about it. Here is a picture!