Las Vegas

Dave and I just got back from a weekend in Vegas. He took a sedation course and me and Spencer just went along for the booze and gambling...

We enjoyed this view from our room at Caesar's Palace.



If you look at the top and squint your eyes, you can see the beginnings of Donny and Marie plastered over the entire side of the Flamingo.

And looking over to the right, the view gets even better:



Lots of pipes, ladders, and garbage. Coming to Vegas, the garbage was a given but the pipes and ladders, so much more than I bargained for! I guess we should have paid for an upgrade. I can only imagine what Vegas would have had to offer us then.

Dave was in class a lot of the time so me and Spencer just kicked it in the hotel. He was living the good life, meaning that he had my undivided attention at all times. Considering that he is a 4th child, any attention is rather glamorous (unless, of course, the attention is Livvy dragging him across the room by one leg- then the attention is unwanted). He was happy. I was happy. Life with one child. Can you imagine? I had forgotten.



Spencer was able to take long luxurious baths each day while I watched TV and got ready- never once having to leave the bathroom. I get the TV in the bathroom thing. It was entertaining. The thing I don't get is the telephone next to the toilet. I mean, I get it, but hello! I would call a hazmat team in to secure the room and decontaminate before I would ever use that phone. Or I guess I could just pack a can of Lysol with me. I prefer the drama of the hazmat team. Plus, who has room for a can of Lysol in their suitcase? Moral of the story, I don't have "fecal contamination" on my list of souvenirs to bring home so I avoided the phone.

If you aren't already aware, Dave and I are brilliant. If you are skeptical (and shame on you if you are), we worked out a rather effective method of avoiding being handed adult material/garbage/smut. We strapped Spencer into the baby bjorn and put him front and center on Dave's chest. It worked wonders as we made our way through the cesspool of filth and debauchery that is known as Las Vegas Blvd. And for those of you worried that we may have exposed Spencer to corruption, he made it rather clear he wasn't interested in the sights by falling asleep. I tell ya, he's an angel.



Having Spencer along with us on this trip was fun. He was such an enigma in the Vegas scene. People stared. Pointed. Staggered up to me in a drunken stupor just to touch "the baby". Seriously. He's a baby. Not a circus act. It was craziness.

One night we were eating at a restaurant and the waiter (super nice guy) just didn't get it. Seriously. Worlds were colliding. He first offered us either a high chair or a booster seat. Highchair please. Next he asked what he would like to drink. Um, no drink for the baby. So he brought him a kid cup with a lid and straw, filled with water, you know, just in case he gets thirsty. Then he asked what we would like to order "the little guy". Ahhh... maybe that is where we aren't connecting here- let me be specific- he's more of a BABY than a GUY. Just to be sure he wasn't leaving "the little guy" hanging, he made sure to bring him a plate, a ceramic plate, no less.

This all brought me back to living in Mississippi and being pregnant with Taylor. It was amazing how fascinated, friendly and interested people were in me and this little incubating baby. In Utah- not so much. You're pregnant? Get in line.

We really did have a great time! The best part was spending time with Dave. The worse part- all the smokers! It was good times! Thanks for bringing me along babe!