Vacation

Just got back from a lovely little trip to Las Vegas, where I visited my old college roommates, cousins, and friends in my friend KT's beautiful home.
I decided last minute to bring both girls with me. Previously, I had just planned on bringing Ember.
I should probably always trust my first instincts.
Flight there - Not so bad, even though people weren't very helpful. (Interesting note - people are much more willing to help you + kids when your significant other is with you, as opposed to just being by yourself. Weird.)
I got really hot and sweaty and nervous going through security.
Security was the worst part, besides Reagan socking Ember in the face right as the plane was landing. Lovely! Gotta love kids.
First night - okay. The girls didn't sleep great, but that was to be expected in a new place.
Next day - girls have fevers and start coughing...BAD.
The next two days were a blur of runny noses, hacking coughs, LOTS of whining and tears, BUT...
Lots of laughter, smiles, love, and feeling really grateful to have the best friends I could ever ask for.
In fact, even after we found out the girls most likely have RSV and have passed it onto my friends' babies, they still tell me they love me and they are sorry my kids are so sick.
SERIOUSLY?? There is nothing worse than getting other people's kids sick.
I am usually so cautious about keeping my kids germ-free and away from people when they are sick. I always complain about people taking their deathly ill kids out in public.
This time, the tables were turned. It was rather unavoidable. A rather embarrassing and humbling experience for me.
I am embarrassed to admit this, but after day two of being there and being totally stressed out because my kids sounded like they were dying and I wasn't able to enjoy the time with my friends, I made the call.
Yes. I called Jason. I pleaded for him to come rescue me. And you know what? He did.
He was on the next possible flight to Las Vegas, after planning a restful and productive weekend for himself at home. Cheap? NO. Worth it for my sanity? YES.
Could I have done it? Probably. Maybe? No.
I don't really have shame in saying this. At first I did, but you know what? I'm learning. No amount of tips or tricks were going to save me from the wrath of my children who weren't really even acting remotely like my children this weekend.
I have to say, in our almost five years of being married, this was probably the sweetest, most romantic thing Jason has ever done for me. Rather symbolic, I think - him dropping everything to come save me and bring me home safely. Not the first and most definitely not the last time he will do that for me. I love him.
My friends are beautiful, talented, funny, sincere - I am lucky to call those women (and their husbands) my best friends. They make me laugh and no matter how long it has been since we have seen each other last, it always feels just like yesterday. Their kids are pretty darn cute too.
So, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? If we're talking about germs - yes. Sorry, guys. It was still so fun to see them though and I think we have all made a pact that the next time we see each other, we should plan an adults-only, no nursing, no trashing someone else's house VACATION. That way we all won't need a vacation from our vacation.

- Pictures to come later, after I steal them off of one of my friends' blogs. I did, however, get a new camera for my birthday that just came in the mail. I am excited - I have never had a nice camera before. Expect more pictures. Well, maybe just don't expect them and then you won't be disappointed. =)