It’s probably because we have no control!

My little sister called last night. I told her I couldn't talk because I was busy taking pictures of my kids jumping off the little kitchen. I wasn't kidding…

My kids jump on/off/over/through/around things.  Not gonna lie, kids jumping on stuff used to irritate me to no end. Did their parents have no control?  No respect, I'd wonder! When Brynlee was about 16 months and started jumping, I would reprimand. Jumping equaled a bit of a scolding.  Spencer, on the other hand, enjoyed all the jumping. Embraced it. Encouraged it, even. You know how they say, "pick your battles." I decided the jumping fight wasn't a fight worth fighting. And so my children, well, they jump. And more often than not, Spencer's the engineer behind the jumping course. Occasionally I take pictures. And every now and again, when I can't control myself; I jump too. But, you already knew that!

P.S. I’ve had a little blogger trouble lately. Ugh! It keeps deleting posts and comments at random. If you’ve commented and it’s no longer there, so sorry. Thanks for commenting though. Really, thank you. I love a comment as much as the next blogger. If you thought you saw a post then it disappeared then showed up again, you weren’t imagining. If you read my posts through google reader you may have missed my last post. If you’re interested you can read it here. If you haven’t noticed anything strange and you think I’m off my rocker, just ignore this P.S.  And then have yourself a Happy Monday!

Our Trip: In a series of short letters, part 2

Dear Erin-Are you kidding! Of course that's not all I have to say. I was just getting warmed up.
That one girl that never shuts-up,
Kim

P.S. I accidentally deleted your comment off the last post. Don't worry, it's not you. It's me. I actually deleted the entire post and all comments. I can talk a lot AND I'm half genius. Really, what more could one want in a girl!

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Dear The Cheesecake Factory-
The white chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake was delightful. Heaven sent.
Requesting seconds,
Kim

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Dear Bellagio Water Shows-
Cool.
Kim

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Dear Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay,
It was just Ah-ight for me. I think the aquarium in Salt Lake City, Utah has you beat. And I know that The Aquarium of the Bay in San Francisco MOST DEFEINTLY has you beat.
Just sayin'
Kim

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Dear Blue Man Group,
You're cool. Weird. But cool.
But weird.
Kim

Spence and I waiting for Blue Man Group to start

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Dear Limo Driver-

Thanks for the ride. And for biting you lip when my kids walked along the leather seats and jumped from seat to seat. But to be fair, you busted my suitcase. You owe me!

The passenger with the now broken suitcase,

Kimberlee

loading limo

my boys in the limo

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Note to self: don't fly again until ALL kids are at least three, m'kay!

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Dear passenger's aboard Allegiant Air Flight 516,

My sincere apology for the screaming 18 month old on the return flight from Las Vegas. Seriously, so sorry.

The screaming kids mother,

Kim

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Hey Kate!

Thanks for coming with. And for helping me push the stroller. And for sleeping on the pull-out bed. And for watching the kids so Spence and I could have a bit of a break. Love ya.

Your big sis,

Kimee

 Kate at M&M world

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Dear Las Vegas,

Thanks for the vacation. Until next time, Viva Las Vegas!

A tourist,

Kimberlee

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Dear Idaho-

Sometimes it's nice to get away. But it's always, ALWAYS nice to come home. I love the quietness and familiarity that you offer. You make the perfect home. Thank you.

An Idaho resident,

Kimberlee

Our Trip: In a series of short letters, part 1

Dear Mr. Trump,
We recently spent the week at your Trump International Hotel in Las Vegas. We enjoyed our stay and will return to your hotel if ever in the area. I just have one complaint/inquiry. Your kitchenettes are outfitted with appliances by Wolf, Bosch, and Sub-Zero. Your bathrooms include in-mirror, plasma televisions. Every table in your lobby is dotted with beautiful, fresh flowers. And glitz and glitter, everywhere. But you can't afford a decent mattress for the poor sap that has to sleep on the sofa pull-out? Obviously you've never had to sleep on a pull-out. Maybe you should try it. And then maybe you should consider adding the cost of some memory foams to your next business proposal.

Written in behalf of my little sisters aching back,
Mrs. Kimberlee Last Name

P.S. You're fired!

 Katie & Brynlee at the Trump Hotel

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Dear Taxi Driver #2(ish)-
Thanks for saving us two dollars and eighty cents in cab fare by not stopping at a single red light or stop sign from the Trump Hotel to MGM Grand. Your efficiency is appreciated. I think.

Kimberlee

Us in taxi. Spence's face says it all.

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Dear Taxi Driver #6(ish)-
Ummm…you came to a complete stop…at a green light…in the middle of the Las Vegas Strip!  Are you kidding me?

Have you ever met Taxi Driver #2(ish)? You two should hang out.

A passenger,
Kim

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Dear Taxi Driver #10(ish)-
I so glad that you feel so at home in Las Vegas. I'm glad that the Vegas nightlife fits your "bachelor style". I'm glad you're enjoying your big bad SINGLE self.  That being said, I don't really need to hear about your lofty goal to become every girl that visits Las Vegas's "mistake"!

And neither do my children.

Praying for you, and your life in Sin City,
Kim

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Dear Mirage Hotel-
The Siegfried & Roy's Secret Garden & Dolphin Habitat was one of the highlights of our recent trip to Las Vegas. My three-year-old daughter loved it. She's still talking about it. She was sure that Bella, the baby dolphin, wanted to be her best friend. I don't have the heart to tell her that Bella is, in fact, a baby dolphin. And therefore, doesn't really pick best friends. But I'm sure if dolphins did pick best friends, Brynlee would be Bella's.

We had a great time,
Kimberlee
  

Brynlee Admiring

Brynlee's BFF, Bella

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Dear Phantom of the Opera,

You took my breath away. Well done, well done!

Kim

Katie & I prior to our "Phantom of the Opera" outing

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Dear Rainforest Café-
My sister thinks your monkey's funny.

Kim

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Dear guy that played the piano with balls at V-The Ultimate Variety Show,

Dear guy that played the piano with BOUNCY BALLS at V-The Ultimate Variety Show,

(edited just for you Kate)

Umm…How do you come up with this sort of thing?

An inquiring mind,
Kim

P.S. Will you tell the chic with the hula-hoops that one's body should NOT move like that? It made me a little a lot queasy.

Waiting to get into V-The Ultimate Variety Show

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Dear Bellhops at Trump Towers-
Thanks for always getting the door for us. And for hailing taxis. And for wearing white gloves with your black suits. Because it makes me laugh. {not sure why} Also, thanks for not losing your cool when my children would run up and down the lobby floors.

In addition, thanks for privately escorting us to Circus Circus in the back of a black Cadillac Escalade when we requested a taxi.  You made us feel all refined, cultured and snooty. If only for a minute. And really, that was long enough.

Kimberlee

P.S. My little sister has a bit of a crush on the Cadillac Escalade driver. Can you send me his email address? Better yet, a copy of his current driver's license.

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Dear Circus Circus-

You're a bit dated, and really {REALLY} dirty! Not gonna lie…you made me turn into a Circus Circus germaphobe. But as a positive, Brynlee loved your adventuredome. And Jace was a huge fan of the Circus Acts.

And then I went home and put them in the bath.

A bit disgusted,
Kim

Brynlee on ride at Circus Circus Adventuredome

The Trip

Hello, my dears. We're back. And it's March!! March 3^rd.

{Anybody mind telling me what happened to the second half of February?}

We've returned from a little vacay in Las Vegas.
We had a great time…thanks for asking.

This is our second trip to Las Vegas.

The first time there were two of us.
Spence and I. We were freshly married. As in very freshly married. As in only been married for twenty-four hours kind of freshly married. Thanks to Spencer's sister, Liz, we stayed in the Excalibur in a honeymooner's suite. She had the hook-up. We were there in the middle of July. It was hot. And humid. One day we walked the entire strip. From the Excalibur to Circus Circus and back to the Excalibur. And then we cranked up the AC and slept the rest of the day. It was SO HOT. Times were different back then. There were two of us. We slept when we wanted and ate when we were hungry. If we longed to spend the afternoon wandering aimlessly around the Strip, we did. If, at 2:00am, we were craving ice-cream we'd go out in search of ice-cream. We were poor college students at the time. Our trip was funded exclusively on monetary wedding gift. Every time we spent money in Vegas it meant we would have less money for groceries when we returned home. We picked the shows that we attended solely on ticket price. Spencer wanted to see the "Blue Man Group". I told him we couldn't afford it. We instead saw the "Tournament of Kings Dinner Show." We had a buy one get one free coupon. We would eat one meal a day. At an all-you-can-eat buffet. Our sole souvenir was a little jackpot toy from M&M World. We never took a single shuttle or taxi. We walked everywhere.  We were younger then. Spencer got ID'd in the Casino. He was 23. Spencer would call me his wife. I would smile. It seemed so strange. Strange, yet exciting. Spence and I spent a lot of our down time making life plans. We dreamt big. We discussed what we wanted, what we expected, what we hoped for. In Las Vegas. It was just the two of us. A lover's retreat. A poor-man's vacation. A celebratory get-a-way in honor of us. Our new life. Together.

::Spence and I in Las Vegas.  With eyes shut!  July 2003 on our Honeymoon::

This time it was different.

There were more of us. Spence, me, Brynlee, Jace and my little sister Katie. We stayed at The Trump International Hotel. Because there's no casino. And no smoking. Plus it had a kitchenette…perfect for warming sippy cups and some Easy Mac when needed. We requested a baby crib. And would pull it into the oversized bathroom every afternoon for Jace's naptime. Brynlee went swimming in the Jacuzzi tub with swimming suit and Dora floaty. We brought princess movies and Barney to watch during down time. We Built-a-Bear, went to M&M world, ate at Rainforest Café and spent an evening at Circus Circus. We'd spend our days pushing baby strollers down the strip and comforting exhausted kids. Our daily itinerary was planned around lunchtime and naptime. When kids (and adults) were tired we'd opt for a taxi instead of walking. And we would take the long route to bypass the Casino. We'd be sure to have the kids tucked safely into their beds before Las Vegas would wake-up for the night. Then at night we'd rotate. One night Katie and I went to the "Phantom of the Opera". One night Spence and I went to the "Blue Man Group". And one night Spence and I walked the entire strip. This time I wore a jacket. It wasn't anything near as hot as it gets in July. We held hands and walked from one hotel to another. Sometimes in silence. Enjoying the quietness. The escape. Other times in conversation. Conversations that would always, somehow, end up about our kids. How perfect they are. How much we love them. How happy they make us.

Oh, how time changes things.
Isn't life funny?
Isn't life perfect!?!

The gang in Las Vegas.  Feburary 2010.