Viva Las Vegas

Checking out the Hoover Dam

This week is Hardy's and my 5th Wedding Anniversary, and what a nice 5 years it has been. I'm grateful for every day. He's a keeper, that Hardy of mine.

To celebrate, well, actually because Hardy won it from his work, we went to Las Vegas for the weekend. Some people think Vegas is gross.  Ok, it is, but we had so much fun.  Walking the strip or shopping in my current third trimester condition did not sound the least bit appealing to either of us, so instead Hardy and I took naps every day. We stayed up way too late each night and slept in most mornings, and I managed to read three entire books which felt totally self indugent. We stayed at the Palazzo (connected to the Venician) and I hardly even left the hotel the whole time.  

Friday morning I got a pedicure at the spa and had brunch with some of the other wives on the trip while Hardy and the men golfed - a true win-win scenario.  That night we had a ridiculously good meal at a place called Lavo then went to see Ray Ramano perform.  He was hilarious without being overly crude. A great choice.

Thanks to Hardy's good suggestion, I headed back to the spa on Saturday morning for a "Mello Mama" massage that had my sore back feeling better than it has in months. A miracle. I was in heaven. In the afternoon we decided to drive out to see the Hoover Dam where we got our 1 photo on the trip.  And as much as I enjoyed seeing the dam, it was even more fun just to talk with and enjoy the uninterupted time with my husband.    We had a great dinner at Tao with our friends (because if you don't drink, gamble, or have promiscuous sex, Vegas is really all about the food) then we went to see Phantom of the Opera.  It was somewhat abbreviated so Hardy was a little confused since he had never seen it before, but it was really well done.

I flew home Sunday morning to rescue Grandma from Jack (thanks mom!), and Hardy stayed for a work conference but got home tonight. 

See?  Vegas can be awesome.  Great trip Sweetheart.  Happy Anniversary! 

The Rules

Jack's favorite thing lately is to explain to me the rules.  For example:

He loves to loudly announce in public places that "We don't talk about the boobs!" and/or "We don't touch the boobs!" Yes, sweetheart, that would be nice.  Then he'll explain and demonstrate, "But we can snuggle with the boobs." I can't even imagine what he's going to have to say about "the boobs" after I have this baby. Could be interesting.

He also likes to explain how "We don't put fings in the no-no (meaning the outlet).  It can be very dange-rous." This he usually tells me as he is putting things like necklaces or anything else he shouldn't into the no-no.

At least when people see my child misbehaving they will know that at some point he was taught correctly.

Only 11 weeks to go until Baby Hardy #2 arrives.  Someone told me last night that I look tiny, but I sure feel gigantic.  I'm feeling good though so I shouldn't complain.  Jack and I planted some peas last night since that me be the only thing I get into my garden this year.  We also plan to get the baby's room painted this weekend now that we finally got Jack's big boy room all decorated.  Now if he would only decide he really wants to pee in the potty we'd be all set.