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24 hours of Vegas

This weekend Daddy I raced to Vegas to enjoy exactly 24 hours with our friends for Tita Ingrid and Uncle Peter's bachelor/ette festivities!  

We dropped off Bug with Mama and Papa on Friday night, stayed over and left at 4:30am and headed to Vegas!
The hubs asked me, "When was the last time you saw a sunrise?"  
I responded with, "Yesterday.  I'm Mom.  I wake up before the sun and watch it rise from my office window."

Watch out, Vegas!  Parents are on the loose!
We made it to Vegas in 4 hours flat.  Who does that?!?!  Arrival time:  8:30am.
Bride-to-be, Tita Ingrid!
Handmade garter for all the ladies, from Amy!
Going on 8 or 9 (I can't even remember.  It may be more than that) years of friendship.
*I have no pictures of the men because we did not see them very often and when we did, there was just too much going on to take a picture.  Sorry, no pictures of Daddy.

The lesson I learned this weekend?  I thought I still felt like I was 21 years old.  Well, after 24 hours in Vegas, I realized, I don't.  

Headed home from Vegas.  Departure time:  8:30am.

We picked up Bug from Mama and Papa's house and headed home.  This morning, she refused to go to school because as she put it, "You're leavin' me at Mama's?"  The poor kid actually missed us.  So, I let her go to school late and took her for a Mommy-Bug breakfast at Starbucks.  That's her "coffee" (a.k.a milk) she ordered because she was "tired."  )I should really find a new hangout.  This kid knows me too well.
I am so thankful for this little Bug's sensitivity.  She feels so many emotions and although at times they fluctuate too much, it's amazing how much she feels.  I sure got a lot of hand holding, hugs, and kisses!

God Bless,
Kat

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