I’ve been lying to all my blog readers for about as long as I’ve had this blog. I have written many times about my sister who lives in Vegas—my “Vegas sister.” It’s a lie. I do not have a sister who lives in Vegas. I have a sister who lives just east of Vegas in a city called Henderson.
Just thought I’d clear that up so that when I tell you all I went down to Vegas last weekend you don’t get all excited and say, “OMG, where did you stay? Did you see any shows?” People don’t ask you those same questions when you go to Henderson, and we went to Henderson.
What we saw in Henderson was infinitely better than anything Vegas has to offer. It was my sister’s itty bitty newborn baby, Shelby, and I was in photography heaven, having a newborn to myself for three days and a relaxed mother who didn’t mind that I kept waking up her sleeping baby to adjust her hands to get the perfect shot. But! I will not post those pictures here because I’m waiting for my “Vegas sister” (now in quotes!) to send her birth announcements. You’ll get the photos here…eventually. In the meantime, here are a bunch of selfies I took that are almost as good as newborn baby photos, and by almost I mean, of course, not at all.
Shuttle bus selfie:
Dazed husband selfie:
Driving with Kevin selfie:
Giant cupcake selfie:
Wounded bird selfie (Kevin nursed it back to life and it flew away shortly after):
Flying home selfie:
As you can see, Henderson looks a lot less like Vegas and a lot more like Mr. and Mrs. Mouthy. You should go there—you’d love it!