I love L.A.

Ok, not really. But I'm kinda partial to the Admirals Club in LAX. We're waiting out our 7 hour layover in the hoity-toity part of the airport...it's so very quiet in here. Not like an airport at all; more like a library. And the staff are kind of like stuck up librarians. Anyway...it's better than trying to rest on the tarmac, I guess.

The flight was uneventful, so it was great. The video i-Pod was our BFF for the entire flight. Connor watched TV shows that Brian downloaded for him, and then fell asleep 10 minutes before we landed. He napped long enough for us to be the last people off the plane - never wake a sleeping kiddo, right?

Connor is having a great time telling everyone who will sit still long enough about going to VN to pick up his baby sister. Everyone from the ticket agents, TSA people, flight attendants, strangers in the waiting area....It's very cute, and he's just so proud and showing her picture around like he's a new parent. I hope this sibling love continues at least long enough to get them both home safely. His little world is about to morph into something he could never imagine. Not that i can really speak to that, since I'm an only child myself, but I'm thinking it may be quite a rude awakening for him. He has offered to feed and change her, but has not offered to share any toys, that's for sure.

Well, this next flight from LAX to Taipei will be quite the experience. 14-15 hours of flight time is enough to stretch the limits of the most seasoned travelers, i'm sure, so there's no telling what it will do to us.