The Prologue
- That time our plane had an "indefinite delay" so we had to drive to a different airport
- And nursing in public switched to pumping in public... in the car... (sorry other cars at the stoplights!)
-Upgrades to first class
-Brock Lesnar on our flight (he is HUGE)
Day One
-Driving the very crowded strip (though, that memory and its associated stresses and ensuing arguments should be locked in a vault and never mentioned again)
-There are still places you can smoke inside?
-PDG meets his cousins
-Where's our luggage?
-Where's Parker's amazing, miracle, swaddling sleep sack?
-Where's my sleep?!?!?!
-J-Man is in the wedding party? Oops!
Day Two
-Breakfast at Dennys: Do you need a children's menu? Do you want cheese on that? Or that? Or that?
-Sorry, your baby is under 21... no loitering by the slot machines
-Lunch buffet and that waitress who picked up PDG and swaddled him (well-intentioned but awkward)
-Oh, you're not supposed to iron all pants on the hottest setting? Good thing we brought extras
-Empty arms, wedding bliss, desert oasis, ice sculptures, photo booth, giant shrimps, early departure
Day Three
-Driving the strip with Big Bro and the fam, much less stressful
-The nephews have discovered what's on those cards they aren't supposed to look at...
-3D M&Ms and Cokes from around the world
-Hotel lobbies, overpriced tourist food
Headed Home
-Early to bed, early to rise...
-...still makes traveling with an infant exhausting
Overall, well worth it. But probably, if I'm being really real, Vegas might be one of those once in a lifetime like New Year's in Times Square experiences.
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