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Garth.

Yes, I brought my own binoculars!!!

 

I’ve learned a few things in life and one of them is this: you’re either a Garth Brooks fan or you’re not. I count myself as a fan. A huge fan. So this weekend when Barry, Chach  & I went to Las Vegas to see him perform, I was extremely happy. Here’s a bit about our trip: The Good, The Bad  & The Ugly. 

THE GOOD:

1. Garth did not let any of us down. He was funny, engaging, and his talents were on fire! If anything, I became more of a fan. Plus, I love that he really did retire and the one stipulation that he’d come out of retirement and do this show, was that he wouldn’t have to miss any of his daughter’s day-to-day lives. Clearly he loves being a dad. Also, Trisha Yearwood was sparkly as ever!

2. I’m still me. I didn’t turn into Snookie while I was down there. There are a lot of people that look like they belong on the Jersey Shore….well, I’ve never seen The Jersey Shore, but it seemed obvious that Snookie and her crew had invaded The Strip. I had an “I love me” revelation while wandering around seeing some craziness.

3. We also got to see Cirque Du Soleil’s Le Reve, and had we not been charmed by Garth Brooks the following night, seeing Le Reve would have been the highlight of the trip. (aside from REAL sunshine!)

THE BAD:

1. We were hoping to test the pizza and ice cream shop at our hotel, but it was closed or not selling pizza each time we walked by. I think a part of Barry’s heart broke, the man loves his pizza.

2. Once wasn’t enough. I am hoping that Garth will start his big, huge tour up again in a few years and he’ll come to Seattle.

3. Barry and I clearly don’t stay up late often. We gave Chach a curfew and she only insisted we stay out one hour later. If you’re looking for crazy Las Vegas stories, we didn’t get any this trip. Sorry. (But not really sorry, because crazy Vegas stories aren’t that cool.)

THE UGLY:

1. I brought my camera, but took zero pictures. I knew if I brought it that I probably wouldn’t take any, but if I didn’t have it, Chaya & Barry would have to listen to me complain. I brought my camera home, but happened to leave my phone charger and car keys next to the hotel bible. I’m that awesome. It was ugly, very ugly.

2. I was the person at the Garth Brooks concert with binoculars glued to my face, even though we had AMAZING seats. I was dizzy with excitement and didn’t want to miss a moment. If you would have tried to ask me to move or do anything else during he concert, I would have honked your nose and asked you to shush. Thankyouverymuch.

3. We went to a buffet at our hotel (The Wynn) and it was fancy. Aside from eating too much shrimp and sushi, I had to test out the chocolate dipped ‘mallows. Just like Garth, they did not disappoint.

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Goggles & Books

Somebody {Maggie} discovered a pair of goggles and couldn’t be bothered to take them off this morning as she cruised around the house with her jammies on. (Tid-bit about the jammies: My mom gave them to Maggie and we put them on without realizing that they glow in the dark, the skeleton part at least, until bed time. Barry went to check on her later in the night and came back to report that ‘our daughter was aglow”. )

While running up and down the hallway yelling about goggles and towels she remembered her new Don’t Break the Ice game and proceeded to ask/demand that we play. Of course I couldn’t say no to a goggle wearing morsel. We’re working on taking turns. It seems that Maggie full-well understands what taking turns means; however, she really, really loves having her turn over and over again. Don’t we all?

WAITING FOR MAGGIE TO STOP PLAYING @ THE PARK

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This weekend while I was taking baby pictures and sipping on lemonade at Molly’s shower, Barry and Maggie had a special date of sorts. By the later afternoon we met up at my parents house so Barry and I could go to Erin and Karl’s St. Patrick’s Day party later that night. I had left Maggie and Barry early in the morning and really was excited to see them by the time I pulled in to  my parent’s driveway. I was also anticipating that they’d feel the same way and had envisioned a reunion of hugs and kisses.

Um. Didn’t happen.

Nobody else was home and both Maggie and Barry were settled into their chairs totally engrossed in books and magazines. After I had a split second moment to mourn my reunion that obviously wasn’t going to happen, I happily became a fly on the wall. Maggie is becoming more and more entranced with books these days. I find her in her teepee reading to herself aloud and she is often lugging books from one area to another. My mom had a gigantic basket of books sitting out and Barry informed me that Maggie, after checking to see if anyone was home, dove right in. Since I’m a self-proclaimed book snob, I’m pretty proud.

But it should also be noted that I’m equally proud that my daughter likes to wear goggles with her jammies and play Don’t Break the Ice at the same time. What I’m trying to say is this: I’m pretty partial to Little Miss Mags. How could I not be?