Welcome to Vegas....Daddy's in trouble!

So we went to Las Vegas this weekend. I wanted to use a slot machine strictly for the purposes of life experiences, but Steph said no. Well, technically she said I could do whatever I wanted, but her tone was very suspect; she then proceeded to give me condescending looks and read quotes about how gambling leads people down to hell, and how she's never gambled, not once, and how she doesn't understand why I would ever want to gamble, etc. etc. You get the point. I did, too, so I didn't get end up experiencing that particular life experience.

After Stephanie spent about thirty minutes talking about gamblers who ended up selling their toddler children in order to play poker one last time, Braeden saw a Vegas advertisement billboard and piped up from the backseat: "Welcome to Vegas....Daddy's in trouble!" We decided that should be Vegas' new slogan.

We actually went to Vegas because it was (apparently) only an hour longer a drive than to Salt Lake, but in the right direction towards Texas, and Steph would be able to pick me up from the airport so I could drive her home. We hadn't really anticipated traffic jams delaying her an extra two hours, nor her family having to drive her down due to some health concerns preventing Steph from driving....but in the end, I got to see my in-laws and it was very enjoyable!

I am becoming quite technologically savvy with a new phone (Galaxy S III) that has transformed my previous phone exasperation into something akin to shock and awe for how much technology has advanced in the phone department over the last five years....I can actually call somebody without even touching the keys! All I have to do is have the contact info up, and then as I make the motion of bringing my phone to my ear...VOILA! It calls them!

Driving home, Braeden and Emerson thought it was hilarious to keep unbuckling themselves from their carseats at random intervals....I finally stopped the car, unbuckled Braeden, and unleashed a major spanking meant to sharpen his memory a bit. When I walked around and opened the opposite door next to Emerson, Emerson looked up at me and said, clear as a bell, "Uh-oh!" All of us laughed so hard that the lesson of not unbuckling oneself was as wasted as toilet paper down a toilet....but it was very funny.

I am now thoroughly enjoying hanging out with my goofy kids and hilarious wife again! I have SO much more fun when they're around....otherwise I have no one whom I can tease and bother.