We're home. We're tired, filthy and I'm wearing a silly too-small t-shirt that I bought in LA when I could not take it anymore after 18 hours in a white shirt that showed the signs of every meal the boys ate and we're home.
The remaining factor is in the fridge, Mary Jr met us at the door with a smiling face and hugs (the best part of the trip, I thought), the boys are washed and fed and the Man is reading them stories and please please please please they will sleep a little.
We haven't seen a bed in 30 hours - time to clean up, rest and recover. Until the kids wake up, jet lagged, of course!