first i must make further mention of our flight out to california and why velzy's throwing up was probably my fault... it was an early flight so i woke velzy up at 4:40 or so and i was having an airborne to drink and she naturally wanted some so i gave her what was left of mine. then we all piled in the truck to drive to the airport where i crammed a whole yogurt down her. 10 minutes before we got to the airport she started to get whiny and squirmy. she had a nasty burp when we got her out of the car and i started to fear the worst...which happened about five minutes later while in line to get our boarding passes and check our bags. (note to self: early wake up+airborne+yogurt+hour of driving=puke) luckily, we were able to get some extra clothes out of our bags, go to the family restroom and change and towel off the vomit, then get to the sky cab guy before they stopped accepting bags. it was awesome. within a few minutes she was running around just fine. kids, huh? the rest of the flight went pretty well. velzy was wound up and spilled a juice on the guys bag sitting behind us, which was awesome, and ivy slept most the flight, which really was awesome. bit, i have to say it was all worth it.
the next morning (aka sunday) we went mistletoe hunting. can you see my dad in the tree?
ivy had it all fugured out. and there was a random tree that some students from the nearby school had decorated so velzy and my dad had some fun with that.
a few hours later off to church. gotta love new christmas dresses:
and after church on to the billings family christmas festivities. love all the little kids in the nativity.