After months of planning and delaying, we finally took the plunge and the plane to Asia and landed in the land of my parents. Korea. Tristie has never met grandpa so since he was born, mommy was determined to bring the Choi-Cho men together. What was supposed to be a relaxing, fun family trip turned out to be one of the hardest two weeks of my life (second after the first 6 weeks of giving birth to T!). While he survived the long 12-hour flight, Tristin got incredibly sick -- high fevers, yet another febrile seizure (UGH!), runny nose, ear infection, allergies...you name it, he had it. To make matters worse, T's favorite blanket, Boo boo, got left behind in one of our random cab rides and we suffered painfully trying to find a replacement.
Lucky for us, despite the fact that 75% of the 2 weeks he was there, he was a sick little boy, he was in very good spirits. He finally met his cousin for the first time (Ashley) and loved playing with her. He also loved being around grandpa (whom he called 'habu') and eating grandma's cooking. He ran endlessly around the house, danced to a new Korean children character called Poong Poong hee (mr. Fart) and spent time playing with mommy, auntie S, grandpa/grandma, uncle/auntie and his cousin. Don't get me wrong -- it was hard, there were many sleepless nights and it made me so sad to see him weak/unhappy at times.....but in the end, watching him get close to my parents and seeing him re-bound back to his old happy self made it all worthwhile (of course, he then gave us his flu and for the following two weeks, mommy, Auntie S and daddy C were sick in bed, coughing up a lung!)
"Habu" and me!
Bad wabbit