Vai rolar a festa....: The Hotel

In my last post http://parkaysplace.blogspot.com/2012/04/aunt-ethel-here-we-come.html I mentioned the idea of driving to Vegas and staying the night was the worst idea ever. Well, this is why.

The hotel room itself was quite nice. It was a small, OK tiny 2 bedroom apartment. The boys LOVED IT!!! All of them. Pickle and Pach went from one room to the next turning on all the TV's and saying things like, "Pickle is watching TV in there, so I will watch it in here." Or, "You can watch in here dad and I will watch in there." All they wanted to do was use the remotes on the TV. I would say watch TV but really it was just the fact there were so many and they just really wanted to use the remotes and turn them all on. The small things in life.

Bacon also had a great time. He crawled around every room and every corner of every room. He went through the big one and then when he'd exhausted all the square footage in there, he headed out the door to the next room and then to the living room, kitchen and then paradise: THE BATHROOM!! He LOVES the bathroom. When he found the bathroom his smile was about 100 times bigger and he made a beeline for the tub, pulled himself up, pulled himself up and while screaming with sheer joy and delight, smacked his hand on the edge of the tub! When I escorted him out (OK, hauled him out) he was literally kicking and screaming, only they weren't screams of joy and delight anymore......

We put all the boys in one room. Pach and Pickle were in the king size bed surrounded by pillows so they wouldn't fall out. But as this was a whole new experience for them, sleep was somewhat elusive. There was a lot of giggling and laughter. Finally around 10:30 pm, I went in and sang to them. They finally fell asleep. Then it was time to get Bacon to sleep. That proved even more difficult. As this was the first big trip he could remember (the last one he was only 2 weeks old) he was WIRED beyond all belief. Or maybe it was just the ice cream....... Anyway, he did not sleep well at all, so neither did Tim or I. Lucky us. ha ha.

The breakfast was also quite exciting. The high chair disappeared, so we ate in shifts. Pachal was out of whack because there was no chocolate milk and therefore he didn't want anything. Pickle wanted everything. And there wasn't much of a selection. Tim and I did have a waffle and then grabbed some stuff and headed back to the room. In the elevator, the bottle fell and broke. Orange juice got all over the elevator and the boys thought it was so cool. T

As we were trying to get everything repacked, make sure we didn't miss anything, load the car and keep Bacon out of the bathroom and his hands out of the drawer he was so happily to play with, the bagel I grabbed to toast and eat got burnt in the toaster and the yogurt Tim grabbed was frozen. What a way to start the morning. We did stop and get chocolate milk and donuts, so the world was all good again for Pachal and manageable for us. It was then we (Tim and I) decided the idea to split the drive into 2 days and stay in a hotel was the worst idea possible.