Oh, Vegas

I did hours of research on bringing a baby to Vegas. According to the travel & baby blogs there isn’t much to do.  Well, we proved them wrong and we barely even left our hotel. 

For starters, Mom flew in early so we were on our own getting there. Other travelers and flight attendants are overly nice and helpful when they see a dad and a baby. Olive’s friendliness scored us a better seat and she also met the pilot. Her first of many perks on this trip. 

Her first (above) and then second (below) time sitting in a high chair. 

We found the world’s only champagne vending machine.

Then took naps. 

Grumpy time, tummy time, and more naps. 

It was an exhausting and eventful trip. As every trip should be.