life with the lieutenant

• When was the last time I blogged this much? Before Molly was born? Can you tell yet that I am BORED OUT OF MY DAMN MIND?! Well, I am. We all are. Steve can somehow sleep on the hardwood floor with his towel pillow, so he seems content, if not in desperate need of a chiropractor. We are waiting for the hundred degree heat to die down a bit so we can go outside and play. In the meantime, we watch the rest of the world melt through the windows. If you haven't moved across the Pacific while pregnant in the middle of summer, you just haven't lived. And by "lived", I mean "sweat your guts out and ask your husband to repeatedly smell you because that smell cannot be coming from you. It. can. NOT. Has to be Korea. Or one of those smelly kids. Or, you know, anything but you. Please God."
• Our main HHG shipment was packed and picked up today. I have to brag on these movers, because it took them less than 3.5 hours to pack and move all of our wordly possessions. We have a tiny apartment, but Steve also lovingly refers to me as a hoarder when I explain that I cannot throw away that yarn/need all those felt balls/refuse to part with the kids' artwork, so I think the fact that our whole house could be packed and shipped in such a short amount of time disproves this whole hoarder theory. Right?! Not a hoarder.

I can't tell you what's in those boxes, but I'm pretty sure I need it. Again, not a hoarder.

God bless whoever is smart enough to create such technology. I think we can honestly credit the person who came up with ipads as saving these kids' lives today, because otherwise they surely would have been crushed by a box spring in a box while playing "the maze game."

Maze game in action

Ok, starting to look like hoarders now.

Molly strapped herself into her carseat and then freaked out because she couldn't get it undone on her own. haha "what was that, Molly? Can't hear you over all the packing tape and moving.... enjoy the show...." And please judge away on the pile o' crap that will see us through until we leave Korea.

Finally the crane was being lifted into place- the kids were beside themselves with excitement.

And then we went to the playground to watch our things go down the lift and sweat our guts out in the zillion degree heat. Praise the Lord above that our two favorite friends just also happened to be the only other people insane enough to be outside at this hour too. Sandy ("SMART") and Sing Min (Molly calls her Cinnamon) are like the best babysitters that never think playing with a 3 and 4yo is lame. They chase them all over creation, bring them candy and bubbles, and generally do my job for me. They are the best and I really want to take them back with me. Or pay them for all the service they provide. They refuse to even let us buy them ice cream. SAINTS AMONG US.

• After the movers left and the house was emptied and set right side up again, Steve and I set to cleaning the floors. The movers asked if they could wear their shoes in the house while they packed, and we said yes. But to be honest, after living here for two years and checking my shoes at the door of every place I've entered, it really skeeves me out now to see shoes in the house. So all the floors were mopped and bathrooms were cleaned and..... nothing. We've got nothing to do. I am scheduled to do someone's baby's photos tomorrow evening, so that keeps us in town all day due to our lack of transportation. It's also mine and Steve's wedding anniversary, and we've got a whopping nothing planned for that (who's surprised?). Sunday might include another bus ride to Seoul to burn time. Monday is the day the housing folks come get their things that we've been renting (washer/dryer/fridge/table/chairs). Tuesday we have our final walk-through and clear housing, then move into the luxurious, the glamorous, the swanky.... Camp Casey Lodge. Yes, accommodations that include the word "lodge" in them almost always conjure up feelings of jealousy in others. That's normal, ok? I just hope they can pony up and give us two beds, otherwise the kids might feel more skanky than swanky. We were told that they couldn't guarantee us a room with two beds, despite there being four people in our party and well, too bad. Not much else we can do for ya. Kids like sleeping on floors anyway, right? Especially skeevy Army hotel, sorry, LODGE, floors. I'm sure we'll survive. Three nights at the lodge and then a 6am report time for the airport shuttle bus just outside of post. 
• Then Hawaii! By way of Tokyo. We'll get there eventually.