oh, HOME, yes I am ho-oo-ome.

 Last Saturday we bundled the kids up at 4:30 am, lugged our baggage down to the car and boarded a 7am direct flight home to Los Angeles. Oh man, if there were such a thing as a meter to measure butterfly excitement levels, mine would have been off the charts. Butterflies were flying every which way in my stomach as we made our descent into LA, trying not to look too creepily and hastily over the two people blocking my aisle view gaze out the plane's 12" x 15" window. Downtown LA > West Hollywood> Century City > Westwood > Santa Monica - my eyes were following each city as we flew overhead. We landed, quickly picked up our rental car {which is so weird btw that you have to be 25 to rent a car, yet you can buy a freakin house or car by 25???}, picked up lunch at our favorite California Chicken Cafe and settled down by the pier. We had been gone for 18 months, yet it seemed liked we never left.

Muscle Beach was a huge hit with Ev, as well as watching the "choo choo"{rollercoaster} on the pier.  Warner mistook the beach as a place for winter hibernation {I couldn't blame him after the clouds came rolling in}, and slept the whole time in the carrier, which subsequently kept me warm so it worked out.

The kids were complete gems on the flight. COMPLETE, no fallacy there, COMPLETE gems. And so after a long day with an early early start, we packed up our mini-van {loved driving that thing around town ;)} and drove up to grammy and papa's houses in Clovis.