Coming Home!

And all too quickly, this trip is coming to an end.  These are not good pictures--but I took them for my other Little (Bigger) Guy.  This art exhibit at LAX is called Elevate and is made of many paper airplanes or all different types of materials (fliers, colored, book pages, etc.)  I wanted to look up the artist and read more about it. (We were standing in the Babies and Families Line at LAX--anxious to get through TSA, again with breast milk--some frozen after our hotel freezer melted out stockpile and we had to get creative to fly and have food for Little Guy.)

Nice flight aboard Allegiant to Provo where we left overcast but sunny Cal--for blustery, freezing, rainy Provo Airport!  A quick drive home and we are HOME AGAIN!  SO great to hug kiddos and give little gifts.  (We didn't do much shopping--only for snacks and a bathroom visit on the way in from the desert).

Samples of "Skybar" with chocolate covered vanilla, caramel, peanut butter, and fudge.

Slide whistle for Big Guy.  He loves it!

Zany glosses for the gals!

Sweets for my sweethearts! (Old Fashion taffy, old fashion Violet flavored mints, "Snowballs Gumballs--with real sugar crystals inside! Mexican poprocks, Ocean fruit snacks, Mango mini juices, and Quava-nectar of the gods.)

Little Guys Parole Officer! 

P.S.  Tuesday evening we showed the children White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Donny Kaye.  The song, "White Christmas," was written by Irving Berlin while staying at La Quinta Hotel in California!
Joe read to me from Wikipedia under the title White Christmas (Song)
"Accounts vary as to when and where Berlin wrote the song.^[4] One story is that he wrote it in 1940, in warm La Quinta, California, while staying at the La Quinta Hotel, a frequent Hollywood retreat also favored by writer-producer Frank Capra, although the Arizona Biltmore also claims the song was written there.^[5] He often stayed up all night writing — he told his secretary, "Grab your pen and take down this song. I just wrote the best song I've ever written — heck, I just wrote the best song that anybody's ever written!"^[6]"

The first verse is typically skipped, but goes as follows:

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
The orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a day
in Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it's December the twenty-fourth,—
And I am longing to be up North—

—Verse dropped from original version^[14]