We got everything packed away, Nathanael and I made our trip to the dinosaur museum, and then we said goodbye to our little yellow house in Provo. I had scheduled a couple of tours for us up in the SL area. Our first one was Mrs. Cavanaugh's Chocolates. The tour wasn't much of a tour. We watched a couple of boring videos and listened to a boring guide, who didn't want Claire to have a chocolate caramel because she might make a mess. But, we got a couple samples and then bought a ridiculous amount of candy. There wasn't much being made that day except for some nut clusters being made by hand by a little old lady. And apparently they don't have to wear gloves. Sorry, that's gross.
Claire was pretty much over vacationing, but we had another stop to make. Next we headed to Great Harvest Bread Company for a free tour. It was awesome. The girl was so sweet and made the tour so fun for the kids. I think the thing they remember most from what she taught them about baking bread is that the bread rises because of yeast farts. The boys got to roll dough into whatever shapes they wanted, they got to see how they are baked, and they got to take them home after they were baked. They were also shown all the equipment and ingredients used at the store. And finally, we each got a giant cookie and a fresh loaf of their bread.
We stayed the night with the Andersons, giving the boys their first sleepover. Sam, Nathanael, and Jack all slept on the floor in their front room. It was very late when they finally went to bed. I questioned whether they would ever fall asleep!
Our trip back home the next morning was pretty nightmarish. It started off well; the flight from SLC to Pheonix (I think) wasn't full, so Claire got her own seat. It was all downhill from there. We had a layover in Pheonix and were then to stop in Chicago where we would not be changing planes. It was naptime when we got on the plane in Pheonix and Claire was having a hard time settled down to go to sleep. We had given her benadryl hoping it would help her feel better since she was sick and help her sleep. What we think it did instead was make her overly tired without assisting in going to sleep. For what felt like an eternity, but was probably half an hour, she writhed around on my shoulder and lap, screaming and crying before finally giving in to sleep. The one saving grace was that she had nearly completely lost her voice from her cold, so at least it was somewhat muted. Then, because of bad weather we couldn't land in Chicago and then we ran too low on fuel, resulting in our flight being redirected to Indianapolis to refuel. At some point Claire had another writhing, screaming, crying episode that lasted about the same amount of time as the first. And we finally made it back to our home at nearly 3 AM.
This little girl had never been happier to be back home.
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