digital love

Thank you Derek for making us this great video!! And thank you Tim, for taking the pictures. We have really wonderful, talented friends.

And another wedding-related tidbit: My Christmas present to myself...

It's way too cold to wear this now, which is another reason for me to be really, really excited for spring.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! ^^

Another day at the office

Halloween!

We decorated the classroom for Halloween.

Here's a little ghostie up-close. Jason had the best scary face.

A Synopsis: July-September

This is a little rough and unorganized. I sort of created the narrative around the pictures we have, which is not always indicative of the most important things that have happened in the last few months, but I gave it my best shot.

1. Columbia.

It was so good to go home and see this pretty girl get married. I wish I had more pictures from the wedding. It was gorgeous.

After six months of cheap, crappy Korean beer, Stephen couldn't wait to wrap his mouth around a bottle of a cheap, crappy American Stag.

2. Kansas City.

We love Rob's work uniform. And Rob.

3. Chicago.

A two hour layover turned into a twelve hour layover. I'm bitter towards American Airlines, but we still had an amazing time basking in the sun, feeling the perfect Chicago summer breeze, listening to some jazz band play at Millennium Park...

The big bean mirror thing is sweet.

Do I already look frazzled? I still have a good 24 hours of travel ahead of me including more unexpected delays. American Airlines. Ugh.

4. Incheon (FINALLY).

It was really good to get back to Korea. Not just because American Airlines sucked, and because we were stuck in Beijing for a night, and because they almost lost our luggage. But it just felt like home, in a really great, surprising way. A second home, I guess.

Anyway, we had gotten to be pretty close with Jesse and Emily, so we tried to spend as much time with them as we could once we got back from vacation. Here's Emily on one of our scenic little bike rides:

Unfortunately this is the only picture I have from the night we got a "love motel" (you can guess why they call them that) in Hongdae (trendy college-y part of Seoul) I liked all the plants outside our love motel!

We had a little triple date at Garten Bier with our Academic Coordinator and her boyfriend. This is a bar where every table has a little switch, and when you turn it on the little spot for your beer turns into a little refrigerator. Soo your beer stays ice cold down to the last drop. Pretty neat, but...efficient use of energy? Probably not.

The girls: Emily, me, Hana.

And the boys: J.H, Stephen, Jesse

Do you see the glass beer mugs? You can get a single, double, or a triple. I got the triple on Stephen's birthday and it felt like it was bigger than I was. It took forever to drink, but gee whiz, it stayed freezing cold the whole darn time.

And here's what our lives pretty much revolve around:

Show and tell. This was so freaking cute:

These little girls are, like, BFFs.

Stephen and some of his kiddos (I love this picture):

We just enjoyed three days off to celebrate Chuseok, which is kind of like Korean Thanksgiving. It's a very big holiday, and there are a lot of great traditions to go with it. Leading up to the holiday we did some projects at school to celebrate.

We made songpyeon, a traditional kind of rice cake dumpling thing (those dark spots are red beans):

And the kids wore their Hanbok, traditional Korean clothes.

My little Helen looked like a Korean princess (But notice her tacky, bright orange indoor shoes. hehe).

We celebrated our one-year anniversary at a fancy restaurant. We clean up nice, right?

And that brings us up to now. We're so glad Derek and Ashley are here!! They live in the same apartment complex as us, and our fancy robot screen lets us call them directly, so none of us really need to get phones.

Life is really, really good. More to come on adventures with the cousins :)

dae han min guk!

The Korea v. Greece match was super fun!

This is one of our coworkers, Ryan. Huge soccer fan.

And this is Jesse and Emily, being very Korean.

We spend a lot of time with this couple. They've been in Korea for a few years, and have graciously helped us figure out how to teach and live in Korea. Excellent people.

Anyway, 2-0 victory! Yayyy!

After the game we ran around in the street high-fiving everyone we met, clapping and chanting, "dae han min guk" which means "Republic of Korea." We were kind of a spectacle, and the fact that I brought my beer glass into the street with me didn't make us look any more respectable. However, I'll add, this was a completely legal act. No open container law in Korea.

I love this country.

First grade reflections on Stars and Talking Toys

I have the great privilege of teaching the first grade genius class in our afternoon program. I want to share a couple of their recent writing assignments.

The first one is written by a little girl named Sunny, who is extremely bright, and more dramatic than anyone I met in my time at junior high and high school. Even though English is her second language, she knows exactly what syllables to emphasize when she's angry. She's also very affectionate. I have to pry her off of my arm almost daily.

Anyway, the topic: "What if your toys could talk?"

If my toyes could talk, my toyes will ask me "Why do you want to be very smart? We are lonely while you are studying." So, I answered them "Because all of my classmates are good at studying!" The next day my toyes said "How old are you? We forget what age are you." So I said "You silly toyes! I am eight you know! Now no more question to me!" And they stoped.

Martin often comes to school in his Taekwondo uniform, and he smiles a lot, exposing one of his half-grown front teeth. (I love how children are unfazed, proud, even, of their missing or incomplete teeth) He also knows the answer to every question. I'm pretty sure in a few years his intelligence is going to surpass mine--I feel ill-equipped to be his teacher. On Teacher's Day he gave me a card that said "Thank you for teaching us about verb and adjectives, and for giving us journals." He really loves writing his weekly journal. On one of our writing assignments he was supposed to complete the sentence that began "I love..." and he wrote. "writing journals." In all areas--brightness, enthusiasm, cuteness--he is a teacher's dream student.

The topic: "Where do the stars go during the day?"

Stars go to Seoul Grand park during the daytime, because there is a zoo, shows, parks and more fun things. Stars may have fun at the parks. They could play hide-and-seek. They could each draw three drawings of pictures. They would eat lunch almost filled of carrots and made of potatoes at the restaurant called Mcdonard. They would eat hamburgers. They may have stomachache because they ate too much so they rested a long while. They rode the bus to Incheon Grand Park and met monkeys, and sharks that want to eat them. They were having so much fun that they forgot to share their names. One star said first, I'm the north star. Except one star every star shared their name. But the last star didn't say anything. Finally the last star said I......am......the...sun. I know the names of all the planets. Every single star laughed the sun. The sun said Murcury, Vinus, Earth, Mars, Jupitar, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and finally, Pluto. Everyone stopped laughing and then became surprised. they wondered. How can that sun know all of the planets name? After that moment, the stars didn't laugh at the sun. They tried to become friends with the sun, and played with sun. The sun got happier and then gave light and heat. they went to the beach for a short moment. They were happy and joyful. After that time, they did not forget that moment until they die.

-Andrea

Where we live

The science classes I've been teaching recently involve learning about the earth so I've been using google earth and http://maps.naver.com/ to show and talk about the earth. Naver, which as far as I can tell is about the Korean equivalent to google, has really great 360 degree airshots that you can pan around and zoom, so I decided to take a few screenshots of where we live.

That's us in the small building just above the crazy spiral park. I drew an arrow in paint but it doesn't show up very well here. The complex we live in is called Posco, every building on that block is a Posco building. It's nice having those towers right next to us because we can see them from a long ways away.

In the distance you can see the huge bridge. Keep in mind these photos were taken a good while ago. In the photo above there aren't any buildings beyond Posco, but by now, the area above (west side of Songdo) almost full of buildings in various stages of construction. Most of them are finished enough to look like buildings.

From the North now, you can see the building where we work right at the base of those towers (same block) front and center, and our apartment building just peeking out on the right. It's a short little walk to work and the gardens at Posco are beautiful. On many mornings there will be teams of gardeners Putting in new plants or keeping up existing ones or whatever. We'll have to get some pictures of that soon.

Here I panned on down the street to show where go so often to get samgyopsal. If you really look hard you may find the little black arrow I made. It's probably not worth it though.

Andrea and I ordered chicken tonight. That's right ordered. We have a phone. Our gracious new friends and coworkers Jesse and Emily recently decided they didn't want two phones anymore. Wham bam boom, chicken tonight. "Wait a minute Stephen," you might be asking. "How did you order chicken?" Good question. Very awkwardly. Up till now, when trying to communicate I could see the person and could see me. That goes a long way. When the man on the other end said something I didn't understand - which was everything he said- I just repeated my order a few times. Then I finally realized he needed an address so i repeated it a few times in between questions I didn't understand. I got handed over to someone else and we more or less did the same thing. Finally, he said something that ended in -ida which could have been "Thank you we'll be there in 20 minutes," or "I'm sorry sir but I just can't understand you. Goodbye." Whatever it was, we got the chicken and nobody seemed too pissed off. Success. BTW, chicken here is amazing. It's so juicy it's like they inject it with extra fat or something. The first time I encountered this was Friday night when we got soopbul dukgalbi. (It looks really stupid in english but trust me it's good.) I was like, "This place has the best chicken I ever had!" And it was mixed with a bunch of other stuff that was good too. But now we know there are at least two places in Korea that have this super juicy (like, be careful it doesn't drip when you take a bite - does that sound gross? It's not) chicken.

Anyway, enough about chicken, do I have anything else to write about?

Oh yeah, I do.

So last week we had open class as Andrea mentioned. Mine went pretty well I haven't gotten the feedback from the parents yet but whatever. The main highlight was at the beginning we were going to do a little ice breaker where the students all run around and introduce themselves to all the parents and vice versa as fast as they can before time runs out. I picked one girl to show everyone exactly how I wanted them to do this. I wanted them to say "Hello my name is _____. It's nice to meet you." The girl I was going to demonstrate with was Erica. Erica is very cute and very spazz. The kind of girl who looks like she would have the prettiest bubbliest writing, but in fact writes crazier than most of the boys. The girl who has a hard time not ripping her workbook to shreds. I'm approach Erica and shake her hand in demonstration but before I could say anything she says (In front of the class and all the moms) "My name is Erica, nice to kiss you."

And that's how Erica, my little six year old, broke the ice before I did. Adorable.

Meh. I've got to go to bed.

p.s. I cut all my hair off this weekend and I'm hoping my students aren't scared of me tomorrow.

More on that later.

My Greatest Fear

I'm the writing teacher in the afternoon program, which means that I assign a journal topic every Friday for a gazillion students, and grade them, and turn them back into them every Friday. It's a lot of journals. I have to admit, even though it's a lot of work, I generally enjoy reading them.

This one was written by a 4th grader. The topic: What is your greatest fear?

My most greatest fear is girl. Because girls hit me very strong. When girls see me, they hit together. I didn't do anything, but they hit me.

I try to hit girls, but girls are very scary and strong. When girls angry, they're stronger and hit boys. Some boys are teasing girls and girls hit them, but most girls just hit boys.

I don't teasing girls, but girls hit me. So when boys do something, we need to do carefully. We are not free. I hope that the girls don't hit boys.

-Andrea

Kindie Field Trip

Once a month we get to take the kindergarteners (that means every preschool, prekindergarten and kindergarten class in our morning program), or the "kindie kids" on a field trip. My coteacher took a lot of pictures of my Sealions class and was kind enough to send them to me.

When we first got on the bus, I thought it might be fun to get the kids going on "Wheels on the bus go round and round." Then I remembered we had a half-hour trip ahead of us and the rest of the teachers and I needed to preserve our sanity. But then this OTHER teacher got them singing one of their Poly School theme songs. Ugh, so pissed at her. It should have at least been a relavant song.

Okay, off the bus, off we go!

We didn't really get many animal shots--which is a good thing, because it's a depressing sight. The conditions those poor animals are kept in are not good. Their cages are way too small, and they are not kept clean. There are a lot of things South Korea does right, but animal welfare is not on their list.

Poor deer :(

No more sad pictures. Op, Dana thinks it's fun to try to scare the animals!

(Dana is pronounced Dah-nuh, which I think suits her personality.)

I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to keep the kids from climbing on the railings. They seemed like they could pretty much handle it, and it would have been a nightmare trying to enforce such a rule. So:

They LOVED the guinnea pigs.

Oh, man I just remembered. I wish I would have brought my own camera so I could have taken a picture of the sign next to the donkey's cage which was translated into English: "miniature ass."

Anyway.

I'm going to be honest. The little girl whose hand I'm holding--I don't like her one bit.

But I adore Helen. She's such a little sweetie.

Here's most of us! It's impossible to take a good picture when you're dealing with 6 hyperactive children. (2 of my students were absent.)

The trip back was comparatively wonderful. Sleeping kids are preferable to singing/shouting kids.

What? Friends listen to "endless love" in the dark!

Well, I'm pretty hung over.

Last night our director took us out for the second time. MAN. We've had our complaints about our director before, but you have to hand it to the guy. He knows how to have a good time, and he's pretty outrageously generous when it comes to food and drink.

So.

It was kind of stressful at first. We finished our last class, and as we were wrapping up the day in the office, Dennis walks in and says, "OKyouguyswanttogooutokaywe'releavinginfive minutes." We began the night at a samgyeopsal restaurant in the Incheon Terminal area, which is way more happening and alive than our ghost town. And it was the best samgyeopsal we've ever had.

Oh. Samgyeopsal is probably our favorite food in Korea. It's kind of barbecue-y. You get a bunch of raw pork, onions, garlic and other Korean fixins. Grill the meat, make yourself a little sandwich by wrapping it and whatever else you want in a lettuce leaf. So fresh and good.

Stephen and I usually get like 2 or 3 plates of meat for the two of us. And we leave feeling....satisfied. Never super full, but always happy.

Keep in mind that today was field trip day. (We got to show our kids around a bunch of animal cages and just have fun. Awesome. Pictures to come.) And our students' parents prepared lunch for us. We got so many sandwiches, snacks, yatta yatta, that I thought I wouldn't be that hungry. But I think Andrea and I ate more than anyone. Our boss also bought us all coffee, so this was the first time in awhile that we had "real" espresso. (Korean espresso is not quite as strong.) And among the snacks that we were brought were a few Starbucks packaged latte things. So we were totally ready to have a long nigh after a long and tiring day.

Good Lord, last night the plates of meat just kept on coming. Agghhh and it tasted incredible. And my glass was always full of soju. He never hesitated, he just kept ordering. And we just kept eating. We left that restaurant so full and giddy.

Last night they also had pig skin which I tried for the first time, I'm not sure if Andrea had it. She's kind of a wuss when it comes to weird food. :) Anyway, at one point I was about to try one and Dennis, our director, was telling me how you want it to get a little burnt before it's done and the damn thing pops and just hops right off the grill at me. We were like, well I guess it's done. HA! You know how fatty meat shrinks as it cooks, and so the side that's cooking shrinks and the other doesn't making the meat curl up, (wow that was unnecessary) well the pig skin does it in "bounds" sometimes. (Or out of bounds! (What?)) Anyway, the next time this happens, the fool thing jumps like 18 inches in the air, no joke, and lands in Alice's lap. Alice is a Korean coworker of ours who made a pretty good scream when this happened.

There were five of us for dinner. We met up with a few more coworkers at a bar afterwards, and I could not believe our director ordered more food after our hugely indulgent meal. Pitchers and pitchers of beer, bottle after bottle of soju. You just have to keep drinking. Oh my God, the food. There was this dish that can only really be described as squid jerkey. I have no idea how it's prepared, but when they bring it to you the squid is intact, which is pretty cool. then you just kind of shred it and eat! Tried soju bombs. Not what I'd call exquisite, but fun in a fratty Korean sort of way.

Okay, yadda yadda, that was fun. I think most of you already know about the noraebang. It's like karaoke, but you get your own little room and you can eat and drink. If you think it sounds like fun, then you're right, but you don't really understand. There's just something about singing songs into a high-quality microphone in front of people that you either know well or sort of know or work for that is out-of-this-world-crazy-fun. There's this kind of outspoken, staunch Republican kind of guy we work with...He and our Canadian-Korean boss kind of butt heads a lot, but all was well when they sang "Endless Love" together. There's this moment last night that's sort of frozen in my memory. We had been there for 15 or 20 minutes and everyone was drinking coffee. -- The coffee was in a can! Warm coffee in a can is so silly!-- So I sort of had this feeling that we were going to cool it with the drinking. I was sitting down, kind of checking everything out, and then the door opened and in came a cart full of liquor bottles, pitchers of beer, and plates and plates of food. Fresh fruit, fried chicken, friggin french fries! Agh!

Okay, I don't think I'm good at describing events. It's more fun to go out than it is to read about people going out. But Stephen and I didn't drop a dime last night (er, 10 won?) and we are trying to figure out who we are and how we got here, that we're living like kings.

Note: This is from Friday. I forgot to push "publish post." :/

-Andrea

Korea meets Rhumba

This was fun! Yay cajon!

DO NOT SPEAK KOREAN!

Holy Geez, is it already almost Friday? I can wear jeans tomorrow! Hallelujah! It's funny the things you come to appreciate when life is kind of insane. Yesterday one of our coworkers was going on about how much easier her life is now that she can print from her computer (she's not the only one who's been having computer problems...ugh, nightmare). Why do we have to be grateful for being able to print?! It's a school! We're teachers! We're SUPPOSED to be able to do our jobs!

Anyway, though, I am really totally stoked about rocking my new chucks tomorrow. I got grey ones. They're pretty :)

Lately I've been bothered about our school's philosophy. The number one rule at Poly Schools is you can't speak Korean. Speaking Korean is the most punishable offense. I hear and probably say "Do NOT speak Korean" several times a day. Which...is good. I mean, it's an English school. You can't learn English if Korean is your crutch. To be an effective speaker, you have to express yourself in the language you're learning. It's a really, really good philosophy, actually.

But it's kind of the way we present it...It's like we're drilling into these kids' collective subconscious: "Korean is bad. English is good. Korean: bad. English: good. Korean: bad. Korean: bad." It doesn't help that their visual resources are jam-packed with cute little white children. And their textbooks are filled with American culture. How difficult for a child to process!!! I feel like I'm part of an institution that encourages these kids to deny their heritage...And that's hard to justify.

Our school employs one cleaning lady. She's Korean, obviously, and she doesn't speak English. And, well, she's a cleaning lady. She's obviously way lower class than the super rich kids who attend this fancy English private school. Anyway, she has this really lonely job...She's surrounded by people who are nothing like her: foreigners, rich Koreans and rich Korean children. Even the people who speak her language don't really share her experience. Idunno. Anyway, she came into my prekindergarten class and my kids all smiled at her and said, "an-nyeong-ha-se-yo," which means "hello." And she smiled and said "an-nyeong-ha-se-yo" back. Without even thinking about it, I pretty sharply reprimanded the kids....and then it hit me. I might as well have been saying, "Students, we do not address the cleaning lady," on top of the whole, "hey remember your culture is bad?" sentiment.

At the time I felt really terrible. That must have completely alienated her. Geez, they can't even say hi? ...In retrospect, I feel conflicted about it. Yeah, I don't feel comfortable with the way we're punishing speaking Korean, and what kind of implications that might have on the development of these kids' cultural identities....But the cleaning lady totally shouldn't have interrupted my class, right? How disruptive, to just walk in and start sweeping in the middle of a lesson. And she knows they're not supposed to speak Korean. Why would she respond?

I kind of imagine her sort of watching the kids every single day and wanting to, I don't know, play with them, be part of their lives. They're so precious. We get to play with them, and have a relationship with them...And she gets to clean up after them. And I wouldn't blame her for disagreeing with the system, and deciding to interrupt the classroom as a way to sort of gratify herself. Kind of a little "eff you" to the place she maybe has to work for, but doesn't like.

Stephen and I are getting our first real paycheck tomorrow. We're really, really excited :)

Hopefully we'll do something neat and exciting this weekend so we have something besides work to post about. It's funny, we're in this foreign country so it seems like we're supposed to be having some kind of adventure...Nope. We go two places: to work, and to sleep. We are so much more boring than we were when we lived at home.

I love and miss you guys. I've been kinda homesick. Well, not really homesick, just peoplesick. July is going to be amazing.

-Andrea

ps: Amalt, thanks for the encouragement :)

Monthly Test

For monthly test, one of Stephen's students wrote a paper so delightful that it almost redeemed our hellish week of grading and writing report cards and whatever else caused us to work insane overtime on top of ten hour already-completely-energy-sucking days. During which time we mastered the fine art of complaining.

Anyway, look how cute:

Okay, I tried to sharpen the quality with my fancy macbook, but it's still hard to read. I'll transcribe.

The prompt:

Imagine you lost your pet dog in the park. What would you do in order to try and find it? Who would you ask for help? Write your answer with details.

The response:

First, I look around the park slowly. I see inside of the grass, tree, and my backpack. Next, but I can't find it. So I'll went the police office. There have a many children that lost there mom, but I can't see my dog. I'm so sad. Then I go to the city hall. They have a P.A. System to citizens. But steel I can't find it. Finnally I went home! I'm so sad. And I went upstairs to sleep in my bed. But one dog is sleep in my bed! It is my pet dog! I hug him and cry! And I promise to him. "I will more carefull to don't lose you again."

This KILLED me.

Okay, goodbye office. Thank God this week is freaking over.

-Andrea

exhaustion city

worked 13 hours today.

ate vietnamese food.

derek, i ate a shark fin dumpling. it was....okay!

exhausted.

probably will work 13 hours again tomorrow. at least. have 20 writing tests to grade. eight intensive prekindergarten grades to complete. all before 3:00 on friday. and 21 classes to teach between now and then. also, afternoon lesson plans to, er, plan, for tomorrow. plus friday's afternoon lesson plans which will need to be planned sometime between tomorrow afternoon and friday morning...but i need to do my prekindergarten grades. oh, and my writing tests.

BAAHHH!!!!

the vietnamese food was sooooo good.

and stephen and i have shared almost three bottles of cheong-ha (ehhh...i don't know how to make hangul on this computer. and that's the best roman spelling i can come up with. it's kind of like sake. it's good!!) tonight. which is the most alcohol we have consumed in a consecutive period since we've been in korea.

much needed, my friends.

stephen's smoking a cigarette.

ps: have i told you that our kids' parents get us gifts from time to time? usually it's some kind of fancy candy. today i got a starbucks drink. and stephen got...aftershave...from CHANEL. WTF.

I HAD PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY THIS MORNING!

Today we went to a Poly Schools workshop. The free lunch was awesome. I mean, of course there was the usual weird/gross things, but there was plenty of awesome things too. Really good raw salmon. mmmm. If you've got to work on a Saturday, it's nice to get a good free lunch out of it. I'm not sure what else to say about it. I'm kind of boring myself trying to think about what to say about it. We did go to one of those "Thinking outside the box" deals. We were signed up for a different class (Our director signed us up for classes) that was about a program we didn't teach so we skipped out and went to the fun one. So, you know, outside the box, right? We got to do the thing where two people make up movie lines and the other two act it out. [Teaching skillz growing!]

Can't talk much more about Korea besides school yet because we don't do much else right now. We are getting more efficient at getting prepared but, with the amount of teaching we do, by the time the weekend comes, the most fun thing to do is just lay around the apartment.

I should note that my class is getting better. Or I am, or both. A couple of weeks ago I was really frustrated with them. I'm learning how they work, and they're learning how to be students. I also prayed very earnestly and sincerely that first week. It's one of those things that is easy to explain in material/human terms once things work out, and if I had to guess what would've happened had I not believed and prayed, things may have gone the same way. But somehow I felt God's presence in this time of trial, if only so that I remember I depend on him always. Wow, that got thick for a second. Oh yeah, and Andrea's eyes are better. Now it seems like, of course they just needed a few weeks to heal. At the time, we were both a little nervous. So however you want to say it happened, those prayers were answered as well. Ok, done with the testimony for now.

A random funny thing about Korea is, in the supermarket you have guys in the fish aisle or wherever, just yelling out constantly about deals I assume, or how good the fish is or whatever. Because I can't understand any of it, it sounds like they could be angrily calling people names as they walk by. "Hey you, get back here! Check out these deals you son of a.." As we're walking out, I like to imagine that they're yelling, "The Americans are escaping! Get them!" It's hard not to turn around to make sure there's not a swarm of ninjas running at us. That's just one of the fun things I like to do in my spare time.

Sealions

Today in pre-kindergarten we learned "favorite." We also got to draw a picture of our favorite teacher.

Well, I was really flattered.

This girl has some amazing artistic talent for a 5-year old.

Right? I mean, it doesn't look like me, but look how good she is! Agh, I'm so proud.

These are my kids. I adore them.

Alice.

This girl's English name is Sophie, but she refers to herself, loudly and proudly, as "Soapy." We are working on her /f/s and /p/s....sort of.

I have to admit, this one is my favorite. I mean, look at him.

Brian is a little monkey. He's always climbing up my legs or sneaking onto my lap if I'm sitting down. Today he whispered in my ear, very earnestly, "I love you Teacher." And he's my best reader. And he likes Hercules. A whole lot. I want to keep him.

This is Helen, the little girl who cried almost every morning last week and broke my heart every single time. Look at her now! She loves school :)

Dana is not as sweet as she looks.

But I sort of want to keep her too. Such a cutie.

Silly faces :)