Alright, here is the synapsis of this previous weekend: Mark, Emmie (friend) and I decided it would be fun to go visit Las Vegas. Let me remind you that we have a baby. An eleven month old baby. Who has a mind of his own. Yes folks, he is a little person behind those huge squishy cheeks. Anyway, we cannot afford much in the way of vacations, so we drove from San Diego to Las Vegas. DROVE with an ELEVEN month old (who in their right mind brings a baby to Vegas?), in the CAR on a trip that normally takes 4 hours (3 1/2 if you’re single and can drive 100mph the whole way). Can you see where this is going? We were smart on Friday evening by leaving from our house at approximately baby bedtime. He sleeps fairly well in the car, so we figured it would be no problem. And it really wasn’t a problem getting there. There was a smidge of rain (people in California FREAK OUT when it rains and lose all function of bodily limbs and crash their vehicles into one another) and few car accidents and only one stop for a potty break and diaper change. It was the first diaper change done completely while the baby was standing. I was waiting for the water fountain to begin flowing all over the driver side seat, but it didn’t happen. Anyway, the trip to get there was fairly uneventful and only took approximately 5.25 hours. HOWEVER, the return trip was not so great. I wanted to leave by noon on Sunday. Half of the trip between SD and LV is a four lane highway, with many many semi-trucks with trailers who drive 8 mph because of the 85 degree slopes of the mountains they must drive up. The cars dodging in and out of the semis drive 140 mph up the same mountains, which causes a bit of a ruckus when they get behind or cut off a semi. We got off to a late start (2 pm) and therefore were leaving Sin City at the same time as all the other crazy people who drive there. We were stuck in snail paced traffic for nearly a third of the trip. Let me tell you that babies do not like to be awake and in the car for extended periods of time. Ear piercing screams were going on inside of our vehicle for 1/2 of the trip. The boss (baby) demanded we stop at every rest stop and every town we came to. He demanded to be released from the clutches of death that is his car seat. And after he was sprung free and allowed some time to stretch his teeny tiny legs, he VIOLENTLY objected to being shoved back into said seat. Much blood-curdling screaming (mostly from me) and back arching and limb flinging (again, from me) did occur. Well, this fun little excursion to Vegas turned into SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS of sitting in a car listening to HAIR-RAISING HORRENDOUS SCREECHING. Oh, joy. How I wish we did this trip more often…