The boys and their Vegas Maystaches. Commentary withheld.
If you follow me on the Twitters, you know SB and I went to Vegas over the weekend with a really fun group of friends. Clark stayed with his grandma. It was a big step for everyone!
I was really worried that Clark would be sad, or that I would be so too sad to have any fun. Or worse, that I WOULDN’T be sad to be away from him.
But everyone had a fabulous time, and I think it was good for all of us. Clark was perfectly fine without us, better probably, because his Grandma puts more effort into entertaining him 24/7 than we do. And it was good for SB and I as a couple to have some time away.
It was also good for us as parents. I didn’t NOT miss Clark as I’d feared. I missed him a ton. I was afraid I might party like crazy and and be all, “WOO HOO! SCREW BABIES! YEAH!” but that didn’t happen. I had a great time in Vegas, did plenty of partying, but I longed to be back home, being a mom, and that made me very happy. This trip reminded me that I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing right now. As much as I dislike this about myself, I can be a “grass is greener”-type sometimes, so this was a lovely reminder to have.
As far as Vegas is concerned, I do not recommend going over a holiday weekend. It was crazy crowded and you had to wait for everything. But of course, we were in good company and the weather was DELICIOUS, so we had a wonderful time. There was much pool sitting and cocktail sipping, and we got to go see Cirque du Soleil, which blew my goddamn mind. Blew. My. Mind. I kept saying, I think I know JUST enough about yoga and pliates to know that what they did was freaking IMPOSSIBLE. When you have to stop and remind yourself that it’s real people and not CGI, you know it’s a good show.
Anyway, we’re back to reality and I’m happy. This morning, I was noisily kissing Clark’s neck and making him giggle, when he grabbed a hunk of my hair with one hand, my tender neck skin with his pointy claws on the other, and used his shockingly sharp teeth to bite my cheek, all at the same time. Yes. It’s good to be home with lovely, and abusive, little boy.
What is with the baby violence all of a sudden? Rowan tends to abuse me the most when I’m nursing him. He loves to dig his talons into my flesh, and sometimes he shakes his head like a dog that’s caught a wild animal in his mouth. Ouch, dude! That’s my nipple you got there. PLAY NICE!
Glad you had a nice time in Vegas! I’m contemplating an overnighter to Portland soon WITHOUT both of my boys.
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Dang! You guys are a hot couple! Great picture
So glad you had fun! I highly recommend that kind of time taking! Two weeks. Count ‘em!
oh, and please say SB will still be sportin’ the stach!
Hi there Jenny!! Love the blog, by the way. One of the best gifts we can give our children is to take a little “me” time now and then. It lets us come back to sanity quicker….I think.
Miss you and hope all is well.
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hliv: even shorter now! and praise jebus the stache is gone.
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