He was spoiled rotten, of course, but was full of smiles, as was Grandma! It was a great opportunity for Chris and I to get to the local Gold's Gym every morning, while Grandma babysit the squirt.
Here he is in his big boy clothes, debating whether to roll over again. He rolled from front-to-back the day after we arrived, and the next day, travelled halfway across the living room like a little tumblyweed.
The shopping in Vegas is amazing. We were "smart" enough to have made a list of what we were looking for before we left, which unfortunately precluded buying too many extras, but I did quite well for myself. Grandma found this awesome suit on a sale rack, and we were all thrilled about it! Now I can have a little black cat again, and Chris can't complain about his allergies!
The highlight of our trip was probably the Wine Spectator Grand Tour, held at the Venetian. We got all dolled up on Saturday night, kissed Vaughn goodnight, and hit the town in style. (I got to wear my faboo Bebe dress, my new Fergalicious shoes, and my new Stuart Weitzman clutch...I felt like a supermodel!)
Rob and Lynda (and Laurel and Mike!), you may resume reading. Just know that it would have been so much more fantastic with you two (four) there. And that we're definitely going to try to go to one of these again, so you'll have to join us next time, ok? And hey, you didn't have the stellar hangovers that we did on Sunday morning... anything? Anything at all?
*the term "Grandpa" is still being debated. I have suggested "Grunkle" as a nice alternative.