There's always that ONE baby...

...crying when you are trying to sleep in the plane. But I would say that was the least of our troubles. Coming home was an adventure...


An adventure including missing flights...almost getting plowed by semi's in the passing lane while speeding to the airport. Walking around London trying to figure out where we were going. Meeting my future (British-that's key) husband...and finding out he looks at...well, inappropiate things on airplanes. And much more.

But I am glad to be home. Now it's time to process everything I have learned, which I am finding is more daunting then I thought. But at least I can finally share something with people I love that is of importance...PICTURES. Just a few for now, but more to come when I have time.

She hated me.



I didn't mind walking.

She has my heart.

More to come.