VIVA!

I’m back from Vegas and Chris survived his time serving a Mr. Mom sentence.  Cayla was worried that he didn’t have it in him. Tate cried for me not to go, but I returned late Tuesday night to a picked up house with laundry done and two sweetly sleeping children.  Cayla might have resembled Ragedy Ann while I was gone (my neighbor’s comment referring to Chris’ beautician skills) and Tate may have painted the entire playroom floor as if it was a 11X12 ft. art canvas, but they survived.  Clearly they fared much better than that playroom carpet.  Chris didn’t take any pictures of Tate’s mess; I’m pretty sure he was just taking deep breaths trying not to strangle the little boy who was already apologizing claiming he “didn’t mean to”.  Take my word for it… the carpet doesn’t look good after a clean up.  I can only imagine the mess Chris walked in on!

A few Vegas Pictures:

The Group

Suz Wins on her very first slot machine. Gig ‘Em    Ross sporting Suz’ “satchel” Me “surfing” Suz wins again -  I don’t think I like her much!  I never did find one of those lucky slots.  :(