Appah's 24 hour pajama party. My regular clothes are my pajamas usually.

So, my wife Amy made it back last night around midnight.  She had gone to an oncology nurse conference in Garden Grove, California for two and a half days.  The weather wasn’t as delightful as expected.  It was warm (60′s – woohoo!) but rainy (boohoo).

Meanwhile in Mi-chilly-gan, it was scrotum-squeezing cold this week (single digits).

The kids survived without their mom.  Grandma (my mom) continued to badger the kids obsessively.   For instance, colors – pink is for girls only, blue is for boys only, and black is bad in general.  When Sun Su was in kindergarten, he said that to his African-American teacher, “My grandma said black is bad.”  These days he takes grandma’s advice with a metric ton of salt.  WTFG, “What The Fuck Grandma,” is a recurring expletive of mine when my mom is around.

"Why aren't these keys alphabetical?"
I showed her how to send her first email this week.  She sent this to my brother, Mark, below:

From: Mom
To: Mark

Hi how are you doing ? have you enough a sleep?????????
love mom

——————

From: Mark
To: Mom

yes.
thanks for asking.
mark

Mama did not say knock you out.

There was only one injury – Sun Su was jumping on the couch and kneed himself in the face.  I’m glad he’s okay of course, but I’m also kind of impressed at the Spider-Man-like agility required to knee yourself in the face in mid-air.

This pajama picture could have been taken anytime between 8 am and 4 pm this week.

My little angel Ooseung would wrap herself around her surrogate mother’s (i.e., daddy’s) limbs and ask me, “When is ummah coming home?”

“In three days.”

Then, five minutes later.

“When is ummah coming home?”

“In three days, minus five minutes.”

“When is ummah coming home?”

“I just told you.  Three days, Saturday night.”

“When is ummah coming home?”

“… It won’t be for a very long long time.  So you may as well forget about it and stop asking.  Go jump on the couch with your brother.”

So, yeah, everyone is glad ummah is finally home again.  Even ummah.

From one nerd to another: hey lego nerd, get a life.

Amy took some of these pictures at the mall there.

Lego R2D2 - now this is more like it.

Amy has never seen the first three Star Wars movies, but she can recognize R2D2.  There is hope in the galaxy.

Get your own franchise, stupid red ripoff robot.

I suspect Amy thought this red guy might be in Star Wars too.  As if.

yawwwn
Is this a transformer?  Somehow it’s not the same without a Michael Bay explosion or Megan Fox surveying a car engine with her breasts.

If I built that, I would not let people near it. Even the hotties.
Darth Lego – now this is cool.  And tall.  Black isn’t so bad.