On Monday I packed all of our gloves, hats & scarves and sent them in our shipment to Texas.  On Wednesday this is what we woke up to:

Remember how I told you Korean's were the masters of space manipulation?  Well, it is true, they did it.  They managed to put all our stuff in 7 crates AND they were in and out of our house in 8 hours!  No joke. 

On March 2nd we celebrated Dr. Suess's birthday by having reading night at the elementary school.  Everyone got to wear their pajamas to school, and for some reason my kids think that is really cool!

There were several activities going on throughout the night.  There was  a bookmark making contest andI thought this bookmark should have won! ;-)

The Dolphin Store was open for your shopping pleasure....

We danced the Hokey Pokey....

And listened to the choir sing!

In  the end we listened to special guest read stories to the children. 

But in the end, this is the part I will remember the most...

As I sit here writing this I hear the sounds of tape being pulled from the roll, paper crinkling, and boxes being put together. 

The movers said they would be here at 9AM.  In true Korean form they were here at 8AM.  A long time ago I read that Koreans normally run up to 15 minutes late, I don't know who wrote that or where I read it, but let me tell you, that has not been my experience AT ALL.   The Korean people on a whole (in my little part of the world anyway) are always 15-45 minutes early.

So far this pack out has been unlike any other pack out I have every experienced, and I have experienced at least a dozen.  This morning my house was invaded.  There was a packer in almost every room.  We had 7, yes, SEVEN people packing this house.  At 10:30AM they took a 3 minute break.  At 11:30 I fed them lunch (they wanted Burger King...REALLY?  I ask- BK?  I wanted Korean).  By 1PM my house was 90% done and they started moving things outside.  It is now 3:30 & they have filled 2 crates...only 5 more to go ~ so they say.  I have no idea how they are going to put the rest of our stuff in only 5 more crates, but Korean's ARE the masters of space manipulation so I am sure they will do it. AND they haven't taken another break since lunch time.

Check this out....they made a desk for me so I could write.  (And by the way, they are all voting for my blog.)

Boy 3 stole the computer for a bit to watch a little Sponge Bob.

These guys are amazing....

   One of the hardest parts of being a military family is moving. Moving sucks. The hardest part about being a mom of military brats (that is what they are called - Google it!)  is watching their hearts break as they prepare to move. I wish we could pack up all our friends and all move together from post to post.   This is the first time Boy 2 has had 'true' best friend.  F lives right next door, so the boys are ALWAYS together.  They play together, they have sleep over’s, they even lost their 2 front teeth together!  If I can't find Boy 2, I know where he is.  When F's mom can't find him, she knows where he is.  The boys are like two peas in a pod.  

Boy 2 has made several comments over the past week.  One day he ask me..."Mom, who will you miss the most when we move to Texas?"  I answered his question and ask him the same question, as I knew what was on his mind.  He said "I'm really going to miss F.  I'm going to miss his little brother too.  I'm really going to miss playing XBox with F."   A few days later he said "Mom, I hope I can find another friend like F when we move to Texas".  He broke my heart.  This is the first time he really gets it. 

Moving is always a great adventure.  It is so hard to leave, the good-byes are heart wrenching.  I guess that is why so many people in the military choose not to say good-bye; normally we just say 'see you at the next duty station'. 

No matter how hard moving is, once we arrive to our new duty station it only takes that first knock on the door of our new quarters to start feeling at home.  Having a new neighbor knock on your door, (most of the time with a plate of cookies in hand) to say welcome to the neighborhood is where it all starts.....

This past Friday night was my last Bunco in Seoul. How sad is that?  I wasn't going to blog about Bunco (again) but I felt once the evening was over, it deserved recognition.    This is how it started.....

I was assigned to bring dessert.  Lemon drop martinis are a good dessert!

Don't worry, there was enough booze in that martini to kill off any germs I left behind....and I did have to sample it before heading out.

My friend Lara always says, "Martini's are like boobs, one is not enough and three is just too many".  After a couple of martini's this is how L felt..I couldn't have taken a better picture.....  ;-)

And speaking of boobs, my friend S was super excited when she saw this one!  Check it out, she has cleavage!!  How fun is that?!?!

Some other fun things from that night.....
Learning that Koreans use  KKK instead of LOL because it is  the kackling sound!  OOps!  We  all vowed to teach them NOT to use KKK and to use LOL instead.   LOL!!  ;-)

Me with the 'butt pose'....

K trying to mimic the 'butt pose'....

L not going home empty handed  (because if she had things would have been ugly)....

Playing LCR...

Me winning LCR!!!!!!!!!  Yeah BABY!!!!!!!

Not only did I win LCR, I was also the biggest loser of the night, which brought me a nice chunk of change!!

Boy 1 attended his first semi-formal last night....

Yongsan is the place to be!  Whether you are 2 or 60, there is always something going on here.  I can't believe the number of acts we get here, and for FREE!  Sesame Street has been a supporter of the military child for many years.  We have watched Elmo and friends  talk about deployment and reunions for years now, and somehow he manages to make it a little less stressful for some of us!   I would like to personally thank Sesame Street for doing what they do & trying to make life a little easier on the children of military families all over! Sesame Street, you ROCK!  AND thank you so much for visiting us here in Yongsan, South Korea!

And my kids would like to thank you for the super cool swirlie things you gave them!

The bandanna's were a hit as well!  Thank you USO!

The break-dancing boys were great entertainment this year, however I think Boy 3 upstaged them a bit.  He was off on the side trying to dance like them.  The B-boys noticed his fantastic dancing abilities and went over to him,  picked him up and carried him on stage to have him dance with them.  This ticked Boy 3 off, he ran off stage crying, and when he got to me and I ask him why he was crying he said "because I don't dance as good as they do!"  Poor guy.  I have some great video of him doing this.  If you are my friend on FB, you will have to go check it out!