Vegas Baby

I was a Vegas virgin until a month ago. My friend Janey always said Vegas was my idea of hell: (1) you never sleep; (2) everyone smokes; (3) and most people are drunk all day. My solution? Going to Vegas with a one year old. Solves all those problems.

We went in order for my sister to speak at a conference and to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday--2 years late. Julie was a ball of nerves waiting to board the airplane. We were flying Southwest and she was determined that we get the front seats so that we could utlize the one that face backwards. It's been a while since we flew Southwest, and they don't have those seats anymore. That fact combined with the fact that the flight was continuing and there were already passengers on the plane really threw her into a tailspin. She quickly recovered and we were on our way.

Will did fine--for the most part. As long as he had goldfish, he was quiet. Eventually, his overflow valve kicked in and he had to spit a few up to make room for the next pound, but all in all it was uneventful.

We stayed at Caesars and were lucky to get in there, so our room was below average. We took advantage of the buffet, the pool and the Shops. We walked the strip, ate at Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill and saw a Cirque de Soliel show. It's amazing to me that all of that exists in the middle of the desert, but I really have no desire to return. I wouldn't be opposed to it, I just won't put it on my calender for the near future.

Anyway, Will was perfecting his walking while we were there so it was fun to watch him do the Frankenstien shuffle. In addition, he developed the habit of just sticking his fist out at you. We have no idea what it meant, but finally decided to join him in the action. And no, those are not my legs behind the rest of the family. Those are Toni Braxton's.