After an unplanned overnight stay in London (thank you British Airways), we made it home tonight, finally, 50 hours after leaving the Frances' apartment in Almaty.

At least the three oldest kids will now be able to say they rode on the top level of a London double-decker bus, and that they had pancakes at McDonalds near Heathrow.

Oh, and we brought snow to London--the first of the year started falling while I was out going store to store (or "shop to shop" rather) trying to find extra diapers in the residential neighborhoods around Heathrow.

It's great to be home, safe, with all the kids and all of our luggage. We'll rest now.