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| Mya loved wearing Claire's backpack. She will be getting her own soon! |
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| Mya cuteness. |
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| The view from our hotel. |
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| Another picture from our balcony. Can you say gorgeousness? Blue water heaven. |
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| Mya and Daddy checking out the view. |
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| All over Korea, they have these tiny little potties. I have been meaning to take a picture for sometime, so seized the opportunity at the airport. Aren't they so cute? Claire gets so excited when she spots a "little potty." |
Our trip to Guam began on a not-so-good, but comical note. I've said it before, but my words don't appropriately convey the level of idolization our kiddos experience in and around Korea. They are literally picked up, touched, waved to, hugged by strangers on a daily basis. It is crazy. Mya is truly a product of this environment and loves each and every bit of contact. She is now to the point in which a stranger simply needs to extend a hand and she'll go running to give a shake or a "high 5." Talk about a double-edged sword. She obviously is too young to learn about strangers, but with human trafficing and all the information we are warned of, her level of outgoingness makes Chris and I stand on edge, ready to leap at a moments notice. Claire, on the other hand, is a bit more stand-offish. She will wave, hold hands with children and let people reach out to her when we are near, but is much more apprehensive. Claire is getting to the point now where she will initiate contact/interaction with other children, which we are thrilled to see. She used to be happy as a clam playing by herself and wouldn't show a whole lot of interest in other kids. She'd play along side them, but never really interacted. I am excited about this next stage. The only issue that I can forsee is the language barrier. She, for example, was called a "big child," at the playground yesterday. The Korean children asked her her age and when she responded with 3, that was what they told her. She was rather offended, but I am guessing their limited English was to blame for the word choice. It was funny. to observe. Back to Guam and off my tangential post...at the airport, Mya was making friends and befriended an older Korean man who was there with his grandchildren. He was actually sitting along the moving sidewalk and Mya plopped herself down next to him just a foot or two away. He handed his grandchildren a wrapped Korean cookie and offered one to Mya as well. She happily took it, said thanks and ran over to Chris and I to open it. She ate the entire thing, which looked similar to a maple syrup candy you'd get in Vermont, but bigger. Well, on the plane, she slept, but when she awoke, she threw up all over Chris. It was nasty, but so funny (now I can say that as I am beyond stripping her down, rescuing her and trying to escape the smell that wouldn't quite go away despite the flight attendant's attempt with Lysol). Our kids have flown numerous times and never gotten sick, so I am certain the Korean cookie was to blame. Perhaps it was our lesson not to accept treats from strangers ;) The nastiness of that experience quickly left our minds as the warm Guam air greeted us upon exiting the plane. It was LOVELY!
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