Wrinkles

Right here, on the corners of my saggy eyes. And I think I have an age spot, too. Jeesh. Getting to be a little more mature, so... when do I stop shopping in the juniors department? 28 yesterday, and, well, big foof. I don't feel different, except for the gagging I've been doing as of late, but that is due to gestation more than geriatrics.

So my cute husband booked us a little getaway for the weekend, and my wonderful mother put up with Haddie, "the white tornado." It was so nice to eat out with no food being thrown at me, go potty without a little voice saying "I watch!" and to put one lip gloss without "Me some!" And to actually spend some time with my husband that wasn't just in passing, sleeping or sitting on the computer while he tickles the kid (kinda like now...?) Time to actually carry on a conversation, laugh, and realize "Hey, your kinda good lookin, you know?" Like, wow, I know I married you for a reason besides your diaper changing abilities...
VEGAS BABY....
Harrah's, where we stayed. Don't stay there.Oops. People steal cameras, so we decided self portraits were a much better way to approach our vacation pictures.
Panda bush at the Bellagio.
Stud Muffin. Oh, and beneath him there in brown, my hubby.
We don't get dressed up (I mean get out of our sweat pants) very often, so we had to celebrate with yet more self portraits.
OH LORDY...Hair disaster! This picture does not do this rats nest justice, but hey: If 9 out of 10 people passing you whisper, point, cover their mouths, and giggle...Then you need to change your hair style!!!!
And my cute surprise from wonderful little girls. Thanks for the silly presents girlies and Kari, love you!!And the highlight of my trip, getting this picture of Hadley via picturemail from Mom. Her toddler make-up disaster:Waterproof Mascara. That's my girl...
Thank you Brent and Thank you Mom. It was wonderful...