Vegas Vacation

(editor's note: this is a multi-part entry, so be sure to tune in over the next few days to see how the boys' trip went. Since it was such an epic experience, it only seems fair to give them epic blog entries.)

Dear Log,

Well, Mom and I just landed back in Springfield and I am still thinking about my trip to Vegas. It was CRAZY! I would say it was off the hizzle, but I don't know if people still say that. Either way, it was great! I got a chance to experience desert heat for the first time (not a fan), meet my mom's friend Kim (they sure do giggle a lot) and her son Scotty (a cool dude, for sure) and spend some quality time in a city that never sleeps. I was so excited to be there, I didn't sleep either! Hahaha. It's always fun to pull that one on Mom. I decided to nap strike on the day that a bunch of people came over for a BBQ, so there was an audience to witness my meltdown. But, Mom handled it really well so I decided to throw her a bone and nap pretty well for the rest of the trip. I'm really a very thoughtful baby.

Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. When I first arrived, Scotty and I decided to hire a driver since it seemed like the best way to see Vegas.

Word.

Once we got to the hotel, I wanted to get cleaned up before we went out for the night. The combination of the plane ride and my dirty diaper was making me feel a little, well, let's just say 'not-so-fresh,' so Mom was nice enough to draw me a bath.

Scotty is never one to pass up a chance to splash around, so he decided to join me.

Once we were clean and dressed, we headed out. First stop: the tattoo parlor! How cool is it that I got my very first tat in Vegas? Now that's a great story to share on the playground!

You know, it didn't even hurt that much. I had my sippy cup and some puffs to distract me, and before I knew it, my love for my mother was eternally etched on my bicep. Well, eternally, or for the next two to three days, which ever comes first.

Scotty liked mine so much he decided to get one for himself.

Scotty's size makes him a little bit of a bruiser, and we ran into some trouble when we were leaving the tattoo store. Some guys got into it with us, and before I knew it, the punches were flying. I got out unscathed, but Scotty ended up with a nasty bruise on his cheek.

But you should have seen the other guy...

Next stop:  the casinos!! Will luck be a lady for us?

Part II coming tomorrow!