Monday, July 1, 2013

Korean Camp - All Things Korean

Thank you all so much for your love and prayers for my boy and the rest of us. You'ns are the pea pods to my beef.

Or something.

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.

 
This is Calvin's class at 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.

I volunteered a couple days at the camp and here's what I learned that shall stay with me forever: Korean kids are just kids. Is it weird that I didn't know that? I always sort of assumed Korean kids walked through life with a certain reverence and grace missing from my Asians. I assumed it was some weird Western flaw I brought to the table.

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.

Hi, Mr. Lee.

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.

This was a typical lunch at Korean Camp. Full-on. Come to Mama. Get in my belly, bulgogi. Put a ring on it, kimchi.

Lunch was served by local Korean churches and restaurants. Seconds were welcomed, and Calvin did not ever disappoint. I was intrigued by the way they served saucy meat with their hands. They're no sissies, that's for sure.

The main problem was that Calvin also wanted Korean food every night for dinner. Korean restaurants were everywhere in East Lansing.

(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.)

This place was the Korean equivalent to Subway.
I died.
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.)

The boys schooled the girls in jump rope.

Hi Sweetheart-in-pink-skirt. I'm your mother-in-law!
You'll love me, I promise.

David was a fellow adoptee and stole my heart a little. He had a Silas streak 10 miles wide.
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.

Milo has an adopted sibling? I think?
He and Calvin got on like old mates.

Just stop it, cuties.

Korean art, courtesy of Calvin and Jeung Woo, who spoke not a lick of English. Calvin realized he was probably lonely and starting hanging around him more on day 3.

(I just cried typing that last line, fyi. No biggie.)


He had a blast. It was a great success.
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.
Until tomorrow.