Last minute trip to Las Vegas

My Mom's 60th birthday was coming up, so I tried to get a hold of my brother to find out where he send her off to. She does not really enjoy a lot of commotion about her birthdays and her only wish was that she could go on vacation and avoid city officials knocking on her door with a bunch of flowers.

My brother agreed and so we all kind of expected she would spent some time in the South, like Italy, Spain, Greece or so. When I called him, he told me he sent her to Las Vegas, as she always dreamed of gambling in Las Vegas. He also sent her brother along for company. Hearing this, I couldn't believe he didn't think about telling me earlier. Las Vegas is just a 3 hour plane ride away from Seattle and I was dying to introduce her new grandchild to her. He explained he didn't tell anyone so no one could spill the beans. Sure, sure.

So, I ended the call, looked for a flight to Las Vegas leaving in a couple of hours, called my husband at work to tell him from my plan, threw some essentials in a bag, changed my 5 months old, packed up our stroller and car seat and soon after my husband arrived and took us to the airport.

The flight went great and my son was flirting with the flight attendant quite a bit. We arrived around 9.30 pm and took a cab to the Venetian, getting their at 10.30 pm. The front desk person found my Mom's room number but needed me to identify myself as guest and wanted to call my Mom at her room to confirm. I told him he shouldn't as I was a surprise and she would meet her grandchild for the very first time and it all would be spoiled if he would call. Having a young Mom with full baby gear stand there in the late evening probably helped building trust and shortly after we were on our way up to her room.

I called her from my phone - just to congratulate her and see what she was up to (didn't want to fully march in on her). We got closer to her room while having her on the line chatting about the fact she is in Las Vegas. She told me to hold as someone just knocked on her hotel door. It was very emotional once she opened and saw us standing their. We teared up and she grabbed Baby Tim and cuddled him for minutes. My uncle gave me a big old bear hug and we celebrated a bit before going to bed. The room, more a suite, had a sofa bed and plenty of room for all of us.



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