I’m not quite sure what got into me but here I am writing this. Usually I need about 15 people to harass me to blog (or my mom if she is feeling especially insistent) and then it goes on my to-do list to be sufficiently procrastinated, and then I finally sit down to write, not without great weeping and gnashing of teeth. But alas, I thought today, “hey, why not?”.

So, HEY!

We are alive and well. Spring has sprung over here in Seoul and summer is coming in hot. Punny, right?

Middle school tennis season just finished (Isaac and I coach) and now we are just trucking right along towards summer. I teach swim 4 afternoons a week while Isaac works on school stuff, then we rush home to play with the kids, cook dinner, and do bedtime. Weekends are filled with an assortment of commitments, LEGOS, Hungry Hungry Hippo, and hide and seek.

We just found out that baby #4 is a boy and we are so excited. My OCD tendencies would have appreciated evening things up, but we really didn’t care either way. We just had the “big” ultrasound and it seems that all the bits and bobs are right where they should be as well as head snuggly nestled in my bladder. BRB.

These days I am basically just fighting to stay awake despite sleeping 9p-6:30a, feeling super nauseous, and I am breathing fire from indigestion but my eyes are firmly fixed on the prize. Somehow despite this being fully typical for me, I love to be pregnant. Side note: as you can imagine Isaac has been a rockstar with trying to meet the baby dictator’s ridiculous and fickle demands on palatable food, retrieving TUMS for me without whining when I lay down in bed and realize it’s half a bottle of TUMS or imminent death, and letting me sneak a sit or nap when I just cannot mom anymore.

In exciting news, I will be staying home next year. I keep telling people I feel like I skipped the beginner level of SAH-moming with one kid and advanced right ahead to level expert, so send prayers. It’s 2018, have we decided that TV can raise and parent your kids yet? Asking for a friend. Granted, we do plan to send both the boys to preschool in the fall so as long as I can survive drop off and pick up with a 4.5, 3, 1.5 and newborn, I should be golden. Maybe with your prayers, send coffee.

Lately the kids have been so fun, for the most part…looking at you Asher. He is right in the terrific twos soon to be more terrific threes, and he’s got this killer smile that is the nemesis of any good and consistent parenting. Judah is quick to tell anyone with a pulse that he is Judah and he is four, and it always comes up that “ya, I can do XYZ because I am four”, as opposed to his 16 month younger brother who clearly lacks the same gifting. Zoey is a hoot. She is really pretty chill, a great sleeper, and toddles all around the house keeping everyone in check and happily and repeatedly emptying the silverware drawer on the floor. We took a gamble (money talks) and sprung for making Zoey a lap baby on our flight to and from the US this summer. We are hoping that either people will flee from us when they see three kids 4 and under and a big ‘ol pregnant lady, leaving us with an extra seat, or that Zoey is a perfect angel and sleeps for 14 hours straight. One of these seems pretty likely. Enjoy some pictures in increasing amounts. Not representative of our love for them, only the correlation between age and cooperativeness towards photos.

A rare photo of the elusive Judah complete with silly smirk.

The popsicle tastes even better when you have to eat it a day after everyone else eats theirs because SOMEONE refused to eat their dinner.

Chopstick pro.

Mama’s buddy.

Zoey badger wants dinner 5 minutes ago.

All ready for church.

We are so excited about summer. We tell the boys all year long that when it starts to get hot outside, that’s when it is time to go to America, so they keep asking when we leave. We are ready for food, family, friends, the opening road, and the A/C on full blast(for me, duh). Our rough dates are MS mid June – early July and TX early July – the end of the month. Hit us up if you want to hang out!