there's no place like home, eh

Today was a very exciting day for my (extended) family.

My long lost, baby brother came home honorably from his mission in Toronto, Canada.

We all (FIVE older sisters, lots of little kids and a parent or two) met at the SLC airport to greet him. Amazingly enough, we were all more or less on time but his plane was an hour late. So we had plenty of time to socialize and touch all the airport cooties. These two were especially fond of the cooties on the airport floor.

This girl has "plumber" issues with her pants. We are relieved that the tag on her pants is keeping this a "G" rated blog.

Here's my little brother, coming down the escalator. He's the one in the back with the devil eyes. What kind of a mission was he serving anyway?

I like to call him my little brother because I am 16 years older than him. Not that he's little, he's a whopping 6' 5 1/2" tall. When I refer to him as little brother or baby brother, my kids get very confused.

We finished off the day with a party. Lots of food, chatting, more food, kids running/screaming/playing/crying/the usual. We finished off the party with an amazing head banging, on a wood floor, during a basketball game, that resulted in this fashionable look:

This amazing goose egg is half the size it was originally, if you can believe it.

My kids will do anything for a little attention.

Kidding! Brother, you people are so judgemental.

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