Breakfast in Vegas

We were in Vegas for 10 days, returning this past Saturday. What a trip! Max had a blast as many of his favorite folks were in town with us. He enjoyed his Auntie's Vickie and Vivian along with Don Mo and Bebe Nouria. He was showered with attention and loved every minute of it. When we said "no" to something, he had a whole line of people to ask again trying to get a different answer. Amazing how they learn that young.

Max did have a hard time adjusting to the 3 hour time zone change. Normally he adjusts so well that it was quite a shock to me...3 days of 3 am wake ups followed by a day by day hour transition to finally get to a 6-7 am wake up. The transition back here in NYC has not been much better!

Aside from sleep deprivation, we had a wonderful trip!

Here are a few photos of Max at the Palazzo hotel eating breakfast with Mark and I. This was one of those really early wake-up days and we got him out of the apartment to allow others to sleep. We took the monorail...which Mark and I both agree leaves much to be desired in terms of public transportation...and Max was geeked about being on the "choo choo". He also enjoyed the breakfast, especially the fresh-squeezed OJ...check out the 'stache.

P.S. We were so tired, we let him go out in his pajamas...we just couldn't handle the delay in trying to figure out what he wanted to wear...he has become quite particular about what he wears for the day and it can amount to an hour or more to get the guy dressed!